Synopsis:
Mike Mignola's "Hellboy" comics have a drizzly, musty
gothic ambience. Guillermo del Toro has brought a similar woozy,
disconcerting melancholy to his film adaptation, and his obvious
affection and affinity for that dankness alone would make "Hellboy"
worth seeing. But Mr. del Toro lets loose with an all-American,
vaudevillian rambunctiousness that makes the movie daffy, loose
and lovable. The story is pretty complicated stuff: during World
War II, Hitler sends a special squad, led by Rasputin (Karel Roden),
to rend the dimensional bonds and obtain a creature that will give
the edge to the Nazis. His conjuring leads to the emergence of an
infant creature, red as sin, with a long tail, who falls into the
hands of the Allies. The kindly British scientist Dr. Broom (John
Hurt) tames the tiny scarlet devil with a Baby Ruth the size of
a Bazooka. Adopted by Dr. Broom, Hellboy, with his huge stone-like
left arm, grows up to be the go-to guy for the good doctor and the
anti-apparition league known as the Bureau of Paranormal Research
and Defense. What gives "Hellboy" squirmy, ferocious life
is the environment that Mr. del Toro creates onscreen. It's this
texture that he avidly lavishes on "Hellboy" that offers
the kiss of distinction. It's an elegant haunted house of a picture,
with dread and yearning part of the eeriness. Ron Perlman's performance
as Hellboy, and his mastery of bad-tempered volubility, makes the
film a kind of screwball comedy version of the Thing from the Fantastic
Four comics. Like any American comedy protagonist, he's always trying
to explain himself and do what's right. That ambition is what gets
him into trouble and is the truest definition of Hell.
© Elvis Mitchell, The New York Times |