I had intended to go to see The Hulk tonight, but after reading Oliver Willis’s review of the Hulk, I might go see Bruc Almighty or something else. Here is part of Oliver’s review:
“Hi, my name is Ang Lee. Somehow I’ve made the Incredible Hulk boring.”
That’s all I could think as I walked out of Hulk. Here’s a movie about a 10 foot tall giant whose driving force is pure and unbridled rage and Ang Lee (Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon) has managed to mold the thing into a snoozefest. For too many years critics have derided the plots and pacing of summer movies, essentially dismissing them as MTV-inspired bits of candy. I’m here to say that I like my candy, and I want my summer movies to be big, loud and engaging. Based on sheer entertainment value, Hulk is sadly a failure.
I am trying to think of a time I disagreed with Oliver about a movie or tv show, and I can’t. Sorry Hulk, I’ll catch you on DVD.