When the climax of your superhero movie comes down to two
guys talking on a darkened stage, you know you have something special.
In The Hulk, Ang
Lee has created a film that replicates the feeling of reading a comic
book. Its compositions deliberately
recall the printed page. Its wipes
and transitions suggest the exuberance of a penciller in creative ecstasy. Its villain kill qualifies among the
top three villain kills of all time.
And yet, all that seems almost beside the point. The
Hulk is a film about emotions and their repression, and nothing engenders
so much of both as family. Bruce
Banner’s family is about as dysfunctional as it gets, and he has coped with the
ensuing trauma through repression and emotional distance. As played by the extraordinary Eric
Bana, he’s a coiled spring. When
he finally releases, when he lets go, it’s as chaotic and cathartic as an
argument at Christmastime.
Ok, so hang on: is this a movie about an uptight guy who
learns to get in touch with his emotions, or is it a movie about a giant green
monster who breaks stuff? I
understand your confusion: I think audiences went in looking for the latter and
felt similarly confused when confronted with the former. But don’t get angry (I don’t think I’d
like you when you’re angry): just dig The
Hulk for what it is – a movie about an uptight guy who learns to get in
touch with his emotions by turning into a giant green monster and breaking
stuff. By the time you get to
those two guys on that darkened stage, you’ll have grooved on both tracks long
enough to feel at home. And when
of those two guys literally starts chewing the scenery, you’ll be ready.
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