“Hancock”
This story of a seriously flaked-out superhero shows us the limits of Will Smith's superpowers.
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“Hancock,” the unlikely story of an unlikable superhero, isn’t the sort of picture Will Smith should be making at this point in his career — which is exactly what’s right about the movie, even if it’s one of the only things right about it. Smith plays the title character, a decidedly uncaped crusader — his uniform is essentially a ratty knit cap with an eagle insignia on the front — possessed of mysterious superpowers: He can fly, he can pick up cars Superman-style, and bullets bounce right off him. When he feels like it, he keeps the streets of Los Angeles semi-safe, which is why the city tolerates his presence even though no one can stand him. Most of the time, though, he’s flaked out on a park bench, behaving as if he couldn’t care less, surrounded by empty liquor bottles and worse. In the movie’s opening scene, a neighborhood kid urges him to chase down some baddies who are wreaking havoc on an L.A. freeway. He can barely rouse himself, and he sniffs audibly: Could this be the first cokehead superhero to be played by a major movie star? It’s no wonder the kid walks away in frustration, but not before blurting out a choice expletive.
Hancock does occasionally, and reluctantly, perform a good deed: He saves the life of Ray (Jason Bateman), a likable, extremely principled public-relations guy and family man, who in turn offers to help Hancock with his image problem. But when Hancock sets eyes on Ray’s wife, Mary (Charlize Theron), a mysterious something clicks. As Hancock sets about redeeming himself — unenthusiastically, at first — we learn more about who he is, where he came from, and where he gets his superhuman strength (at least when he’s not either passed out or snarling at little children).
“Hancock” — which opens in select theaters on Tuesday night and wide on Wednesday — is directed by Peter Berg, whose last picture was “The Kingdom,” a confused but not wholly brainless action movie, set in the Middle East, that actually resisted rah-rah jingoism. Berg seems to be striving for similar complexity here: Written by Vincent Ngo and Vince Gilligan (the latter of whom wrote numerous episodes of “The X-Files”), “Hancock” pushes hard to reinvigorate the comic-book superhero genre, although this summer, in particular, we may not be in such dire need of that kind of resuscitation: “Iron Man” did well by the genre, and Guillermo del Toro’s upcoming “Hellboy II” may do the same. Still, the idea of giving us a superhero who’s not a role model certainly has possibilities. Ngo and Gilligan want their lead character, and their story, to have multiple layers, and to suggest that redemption isn’t out of reach for even the most wretched SOB among us.
Stephanie Zacharek is a senior writer for Salon Arts & Entertainment. More Stephanie Zacharek.




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