First of all, my ridiculously long holiday is over. My free time is gone and I haven't written anything in days. I'll still try to write as frequently as possible, but anyway you'll be freed a little bit from my incessant ramblings. So, because I don't have anything to write, I'll just review the last movie I watched: Hancock.
John Hancock is a superhero. He can fly, he's indestructible, he's ultra-strong, and he is a desperate, lonely alcoholic. His reckless superheroing, while it gets the job done, really pissed off the citizens of LA. Instead of cheering him, they wished that Hancock be incarcerated for the damages he caused. And then he met Ray, an aspiring PR-something whose project seemed to be stuck. Ray then persuaded Hancock to let him change the public's view of the messy hero's image. Hancock agreed and then a whole lotta stuff unfolded, including about who he is.
Starring Will Smith, the lean mean hit-making machine. You already know what to expect when he stars in a movie. Sadly, this one is a bit off. It started out rather promising but then it didn't deliver that promise completely. It started as comedic, then action-y, then romantic, and it ended kinda anticlimacticly (is that even a word?) The story itself produces a ginormous question mark that it never answers. We don't really get to know who the hell Hancock was, besides some vague description of his life in the past millennia. Is he a god, a fallen angel, or Cher's long-lost immortal brother?
Anyhow, if you're looking for some actions and explosions, this one is for you. Just don't look for much of a story behind it.
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