Synopsis:
In the old days, we knew him as the Incredible Hulk, but the only
thing incredible about this version is that is was made by Ang Lee
and James Schamus, the minds behind "Crouching Tiger, Hidden
Dragon." The greatest failure of "The Hulk" is not
the clumsy, ugly special effects. (As the angry green fellow hops
through the desert, pursued by fighter jets, he looks more Claymation
than computer-generated, and you half expect to see Wallace and
Gromit in the cockpits.) Nor is it the witless writing or the hectic,
inconsistent acting. Eric Bana's inertia is overcompensated by the
trembling weepiness of Jennifer Connelly, who plays his soul mate,
and the raving of Nick Nolte, as his dad, a mad scientist. These
lapses would be forgivable if the filmmakers had found the right
tone of pop seriousness to bring the hero and his story into focus.
They seem to be at once taking the material too seriously and condescending
to it, and they are too busy marveling at their own technique to
make us care about the sufferings of the Hulk, who is finally not
credible at all.
© A. O. Scott, The New York Times |