Guillermo del Toro’s 2008 masterpiece was ahead of its time.
No matter which way you shake it, 2008 was the beginning of our modern superhero era. In July, The Dark Knight tore its way to a billion dollars and created a new, self-serious blockbuster blueprint. Three months earlier, the original Iron Man made a more modest debut, setting the tone for a mega-franchise with its snappy, self-aware tone. And in between, Hellboy II: The Golden Army was all but forgotten, an unjust martyr of studio mismanagement and audience disinterest. Hellboy II all but flopped, and the fledgling franchise was dead. Guillermo del Toro had stealthily made the best superhero movie of the year, but no one knew until it was too late.
The first Hellboy dropped in mid-April of 2004. It didn’t tear up the box office by any means, but with competition like Home on the Range and Johnson Family Vacation, it was able to crawl its way to about $60 million domestic by the end of its theatrical run. International profits brought that number to just short of $100 million. On a budget of $66 million, that was a respectable but unimpressive sum. Revolution Studios quickly announced a sequel, but production stalled almost immediately, and Revolution went out of business in 2006.
At roughly the same time Revolution was on the verge of collapse, Guillermo del Toro was on top of the world. Fresh off of Hellboy, the Mexican-born director was fielding blockbuster offers from multiple massive studios. From the outside, he looked like the perfect studio hand, capable of injecting just a bit of his distinct cinematic voicewhile still bringing projects in on schedule and under budget. The early years of del Toro’s career are striking for the stark contrast between his Mexican work and his Hollywood work. Where films like Cronos and The Devil’s Backbone are achingly personal and deeply strange, Blade II and Mimic maintain only the bare minimum of a personality, hamstrung by studio notes. When Disney came knocking and offered him the first Chronicles of Narnia adaptation, del Toro declined, noting to Sight and Soundthat he “wasn’t interested in the lion resurrecting.”
Instead, del Toro made his own personal fairy tale, the murky and gorgeous Pan’s Labyrinth. There, del Toro had his way: The lion did not resurrect. More than just a simple tale of fairies and fauns, Pan was a swooning meditation on the fragmented boundary between the fantasies of childhood and the harsh, violent realities of the world we’ve chosen to designate as “adult.” It was his most mature and complete work yet, garnering the best reviews of del Toro’s young career and going on to win three Academy Awards. Three months after Pan’s Labyrinth‘s buzzy Cannes premiere, Universal acquired Hellboy II and set a 2008 release date, with del Toro returning to the director’s chair.
On Hellboy II, del Toro found himself working within the studio system with a whole new level of confidence. On the original film, he’d deferred to Hellboy creator Mike Mignola at every turn. The DVD commentary track for the first Hellboy is a fascinating 2004 artifact, with a young and uncertain del Toro essentially allowing Mignola to walk all over him. It was an understandable instinct, but one that led to a muddled and relatively generic final product. Coming off of Pan’s Labyrinth, history wouldn’t repeat itself. Hellboy II doesn’t entirely abandon its source material, but it’s a Guillermo del Toro film through and through.
Indeed, Hellboy II almost immediately tosses aside the things that didn’t work in the original, clearing house for a story that’s much more confident in its strangeness. Instead of wasting time with the original’s half-assed audience surrogate, del Toro banishes him to literal Antarctica and makes Ron Perlman’s Hellboy the center of his own story. He gets an obligatory title card describing Hellboy’s origins out of the way and immediately dives into a Ray Harryhausen-infused stop-motion exposition dump that’s as gorgeous as it is silly. And he surrounds it all with a flashback framing device that sees Oscar nominee John Hurt reading a bedtime story to a buck-toothed demon child with a squeaky voice.
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