Hancock

Hancock is so repellent, so noisy and stupid, and so wasteful of a neat commercial premise (a surly superhero with a Randy Moss-like affection for his “public” does more harm than good) that I have no reservations whatsoever about ruining the film’s ending for you. Will Smith’s Hancock discovers that the wife (Charlize Theron) of his nebbish public-relations manager is actually his goddess-lover from generations back, but he’ll lose his superpowers if they stay together (a disgusting metaphor for the spirit-sapping power of white women over strong, black men). Hancock leaves her and takes off to become a responsible superhero, but in one last twisted act of humanitarianism, he turns the moon into a billboard touting corporate responsibility. Nauseating egotism abounds.