Where there is a Will, there is a Yay (sorry)
So, Hollywood said, “Let there be Hancock.” And there was Hancock. And the people saw that it was good.
Movie night. I thought I was going to see a funny, feel-good summer flick, but this movie is quite a bit more. It has all the good stuff.
First, it has Will Smith, for whom I swoon. I love everything he has ever sung, starred in, said, and married. If my eyes suddenly fell out and my eardrums burst, I would still pay $9.50 to go sit in a dark theatre and soak up the Will Smithiness of any movie in which he chose to act, if for no other reason that it would help him afford one more pair of cool shoes for these guys.
Hancock also stars Jason Bateman. Hello. This guy is back with an adorable vengeance and I, for one, am thrilled to have him. I saw him in Mr. Magorium’s Wonder Emporium, Juno, and now this. He has range and presence and a real live cuddliness. And he stands up to the power of the Will just fine. I can’t wait for the next thing from him.
Now, let’s talk Charlize Theron. Never been a huge fan, always been a little lukewarm on her, but she managed to go from cutie-sweet housewife to complete badass with just a black catsuit and a half inch of eyeliner. I liked her. And I want her wardrobes, both pre- and post-transformation.
The absolute best element of this movie is something that has been conspicuously absent from the movie industry lately- real, honest-to-goodness originality. Hubbikins and I have seen lots of movies and even more trailers lately and we have gone so far as to predict the Second Coming based on the all-the-good-ideas-are-used-up feeling of all the remakes and sequels (not to mention “environmental” agendas disguised as children’s romps (*ahem*)) It was a thrill to watch a movie that was actually unpredictable. (OK, so I leaned over and whispered C. Theron’s best line to Hubby right before she said it, but it was so necessary and so right that it worked anyway.)
One more thing- it took a little work to love the ending. But I’ve grown to accept that endings may not do exactly what I want them to do and yet still be good.
**INKLING ALERT** (Here is where I get all Let’s Bring It All Back to WHAT IS IMPORTANT ON A CELLULAR LEVEL ABOUT ALL THIS.)
I’m finally writing (and by “writing” I mean putting actual words together into actual sentences that can be seen by actual people who ARE NOT ME.) I’m learning that the dern characters just WILL NOT DO what I think they ought to, even when they spring forth from my very own fingers. If I truly want to be surprised, and Lordy, I DO, I guess I’m just going to have to let them be themselves. I’ve spent lots of years trying to find the TRUTH in stuff, and I am finally realizing that, if I’m going to learn anything, I may have to let the TRUTH come from somewhere other than my own invention. Otherwise, it’s just WHAT I ALREADY KNOW. And where’s the fun in that?
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