biting and vitriolic and nasty as hell. like Godard if he spewed nothing but hot acid (who btw even manages to catch a stray from the ghoulish corporate shills in this.) there's no such thing as a post-apocalypse. we just droll on, ing by roadside graves for lost loved ones in front of billboards and hollowed out warehouses. a hopelessly cynical view of a rotted out civilization climbing over one another, paving over one another, begging to be put down…

generational curse, generational anger. transformative trauma owed to the sins of the father, getting stronger the more it’s fought, fed, or forgotten.

Ang Lee’s Hulk doesn’t hold back. it is a truly creative and inventive masterpiece, going above and beyond for a comic book adaptation, pushing the genre to what it could have/should have been: experimental, political, and profound. serving as a reminder of the responsibility and integrity of good science, an evergreen indictment of militant men coloring everything and…