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"How the hell do you do it, Cyclops?"

Hancock is one of those movies where if you look at its smooth, shiny surface from afar you will wonder “Hmmm, bizarre pornography?” But then if you scratch a little at it, you will find a mindless roller-coaster ride which defies all laws of physics. If you scratch further more, you will feel a pulse—a small hint of heart and profundity.

So you start striking at it with an ice pick and you will eventually see the traces of the never-disappointing and beautiful Charlize Theron. Getting all awkwardly excited, you then borrow your weird friend’s jackhammer and start drilling like a psycho, but you will find absolutely nothing, because you got greedy… and Hancock stops there.

It is the story of an unhappy superhero, John Hancock (Will Smith), whom people see as the ultimate asshole of the universe. Why? While he saved many lives throughout the years, he sort of did more damage than good, and I am talking about physical damage. Like destroying cars, buses, trains, houses, buildings, or wreaking havoc to put it mildly. It’s like when your friendly neighbor offers… No… insists to help you mow your lawn, but winds up accidentally chopping your dog into many splattered pieces. Hancock falls into the depths of despair with drinking being his only true friend.

Then one day, he saves the life of Ray Embrey (Jason Bateman), a public relations executive, who also has some frustrations of his own. To find purpose and meaning in his life, he goes out of his way to improve the broken image of Hancock. Ray’s wife, Mary, is played by Charlize Theron, who holds a secret of her own.

Without a doubt, Hancock is a lot of fun, but as a consumer getting his or her money’s worth… I mean as an avid appreciator of the moving pictures, you always yearn for some deepness, and that’s where Will Smith comes in. He is the one who defibrillated the movie out of its demise.

Overall, Hancock can be safely rented.