His Motha-Fucking Name is Hancock, Bitch!

So I saw Hancock last night, and it pretty much sucked.  I wanted to see it because I couldn’t figure out how they could make such an interesting concept into the crap movie all the reviews said it was.  Well, they did it.  It just required a few horrible twists, a few huge leaps in coincidence and logic, break a few of the very few rules that it setup for itself, tie that in with a really bad emotional climax and then shoot it mostly in slow-mo so that it looks like a Hallmark movie of the week, and there you have it.  At least P Diddy is excited about it.

I am not unsympathetic to his point, but why pick on underdog “mutt-motha-fucka” and Robin’s bitch ass? Also, why couldn’t he have been excited for a decent black superhero movie like Blade?

Though this really isn’t funny, here is an article listing almost all of the problems with Hancock.  They forgot about the slow-motion crap at the end, but whatever.  Now I must go find Diddy blogs 1 through 7.

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