aw...hell no.

lately i've been leaning on the jedi for movie reviews.
lately i've realized this isn't sufficient.
APPARENTLY, having a child tends to limit your ability to leave the house and see the latest. instead relying on that married couple crutch (purely speculation have you, since i haven't spoken to either the jedi, the julie, or the baby...well, i haven't yet even seen the baby...my fault, guys) better known as netflix. now, i'm not a netflix hater. but i cancelled my subscription right after 'nam. no, pletsch, not because i completely rented thru the entire science fiction genre and not because i successfully conquered every movie featuring jon cusack and/or keanu reeves, BUT because i wasn't leaving the house. ever. except to reload on chips and salsa, corona, and ez cheez.
anyway, i'm off point.
the jedi hasn't gotten to these movies. so i will.
hancock. AKA the annual will smith fourth of july big explosion. he mailed it in. great idea for a story. a superhero without a secret identity. i get it...he's troubled. but all the symbolism shoved in our faces throughout the film is largely left blowing in the wind. i need more back story. more front story. more side story. not just a couple days quickly flashing by almost becoming disastrous because of a lame criminal with a hook for a hand. and a crazy bank robbery. this movie could have been so much more. as usual.
wanted. AKA angelina's tattoos and bare ass. pretty decent. fight club meets sin city. james mc avoy pulled off the cubicle nerd with panic attacks quite well. great story. great effects. great potential for a sequel. this movie was better than hancock simply because i wasn't expecting much. as usual.