The Incredible Hulk | Little White Lies

The Incred­i­ble Hulk

12 Jun 2008 / Released: 13 Jun 2008

Words by Matt Bochenski

Directed by Louis Leterrier

Starring Edward Norton, Liv Tyler, and Tim Roth

Angry muscular green humanoid figure, arms raised, shouting with an intense expression.
Angry muscular green humanoid figure, arms raised, shouting with an intense expression.
The sec­ond release from Mar­vel Stu­dios picks up where Ang Lee left off.

It’s about time we weighed in on The Incred­i­ble Hulk. The summer’s sec­ond release from Mar­vel Stu­dios picks up kin­da where Ang Lee’s left off – Bruce Ban­ner is liv­ing with his gam­ma radi­a­tion, try­ing his best to con­tain the mon­ster with­in him.

The film has tak­en a bit of a kick­ing already in the press with plen­ty of one-star reviews and Ed Nor­ton refus­ing to do pub­lic­i­ty because he’s in a strop about the cre­ative direc­tion that the fran­chise has taken.

To be hon­est, at this point in his career, Nor­ton is the last per­son who ought to be crit­i­cis­ing anybody’s cre­ative direc­tion after a) The Paint­ed Veil, and b) he took the freak­ing part of an all-CGI 10-ton com­ic book char­ac­ter in the first place. Dude, what did you expect?

Well, here’s what we didn’t expect: despite Norton’s hissy fit, The Incred­i­ble Hulk real­ly isn’t that bad, and we say that as a mag­a­zine that could count the num­ber of good com­ic book films on one hand. After we’d put it through a wood chipper.

But it’s an ambigu­ous beast. From an open­ing shot that pans up the ver­tig­i­nous slopes of a Brazil­ian favela, direc­tor Louis Leter­ri­er is at pains to ground this most out­landish of fan­tasies in some sense of real­i­ty. The key to the film is that for all its lat­er erup­tions of dig­i­tal fren­zy, it has worked hard to make you believe in the inner life of this world.

Nor­ton is actu­al­ly very good as Ban­ner; his plain­spo­ken into­na­tion per­fect­ly suit­ing the idea of the doc­tor as an every­man – suf­fer­ing and think­ing rather than emot­ing and act­ing’. He has a haunt­ed, hunt­ed qual­i­ty that evokes some­thing of Har­ri­son Ford’s Fugi­tive, reveal­ing the first half of Hulk to be less an action extrav­a­gan­za than a psy­cho­log­i­cal­ly tight chase movie.

Of course, Let­terier has upped the ante when it comes to the visu­al effects, with hit and miss results. Sat­is­fy­ing­ly con­cus­sive sound design and more than com­pe­tent CGI make these scenes bona fide eye pop­pers, but here we are again, watch­ing com­put­er char­ac­ters knock sev­en shades of shit out of each oth­er while being asked to ignore such tricky, per­nick­ety issues as col­lat­er­al dam­age’. But hey: that’s the Amer­i­can way. If they’re not count­ing the bod­ies of the vic­tims in Iraq and Afghanistan, why should Hol­ly­wood be any different?

There’s a brief hia­tus for the love’ bit, in which Liv Tyler is pre­dictably wast­ed. Like­wise, both Tim Roth and William Hurt are scarce­ly pushed. The most mem­o­rable aspect of Roth’s char­ac­ter is that he’s a British ser­vice­man wear­ing an Amer­i­can mil­i­tary uni­form. What’s that all about? Traitor.

But with some effort at sketch­ing an emo­tion­al land­scape, a res­o­nant lead per­for­mance and effec­tive, um, effects, Hulk is the kind of enjoy­able good time that sum­mer is sup­posed to serve up. Graze the sur­face and you’re unlike­ly to find much of any­thing under­neath (indeed, that gor­geous open­ing shot of the fave­las is real­ly there as a back­drop for gun-tot­ing white dudes to have fun in), but it’s not active­ly as offen­sive as, say, Iron Man, or self-indul­gent­ly bor­ing as Spi­der-Man 3.

Does it give us hope that Mar­vel Stu­dios is on to a good thing? Not real­ly. They’ll keep churn­ing films out to a com­mit­ted fan base who’ll think this is a gold­en age of the event movie, but there’s noth­ing in Hulk that won’t look tired on a sec­ond view­ing, nev­er mind in a few years time. We’re reach­ing, per­haps, the zenith of dis­pos­able junk cul­ture, where Hulk the film is like Hulk the char­ac­ter: big, dumb, impos­si­ble to ignore. The future is green.

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