Hancock

If you liked Friday Night Lights, you’ll love Hancock! (Wait. What? Hancock is like Friday Night Lights?? That doesn’t make any sense.) Unfortunately, it’s true. Peter Berg et al shot their troubled superhero movie in that hand-held, docudrama, “Cinéma vérité” feel and it just doesn’t work. There’s nothing wrong with the concept, or Will Smith, or the rest of the cast. But the shooting style is all wrong. Plot twists in the latter half might’ve worked better if they hadn’t been filmed as if Jimmy the linebacker was just paralyzed and will never play football again. It doesn’t really spoil anything to say Hancock doesn’t have his kryptonite. There’s no super-villain. Hancock’s worst enemy is himself. Seems like the same holds true for the filmmakers. Too bad. The concept’s really good. Maybe it’ll get a reboot in five years like The Hulk and maybe they won’t get a color-blind epileptic to shoot it. (Apologies to epileptic and vision-impaired readers.)