Today is the day.

It's the day I finally, properly, watch Ang Lee's HULK.

(I blame @deathchrist2000 for making me get to this so soon.)

This thing has the most intense opening credits.

Here's some brutal animal experimentation by a madman, intercut with all these names. (Certainly an economical way of doing it.)

Josh Lucas pops up, yet again to remind me that he looks like someone at some point cloned Paul Newman.

This movie is a whole lot weirder than I'd have expected.

Betty's told someone she knew died and she's just like 'oh, okay. later,' and walks off, doesn't even inquire further.

The way she treats it, you'd imagine she was just told they were out of bubblegum or something.

Evil Paul Newman really regretting his actions right about now.

(Also Hulk vs Evil Hulk Dogs is not a premise I was expecting)

This movie is fucking wild.

I was not expecting this buckwild finale where in a son must face his father, who is almost an elemental force of nature, a parasitic power determined to suck away all he can from his child and it's this operatic confrontation, with music to suit that.

It's so weird and rad.

This movie is so fucking weird. I respect the hell out of it.

It is not at all trying to be some standard superhero thing. It's this weirdly intimate tale of trauma and boy trying to confront all the horrors of it, just blown out into this canvas of elemental beings of power.

It absolutely commits to what it is and it is fundamentally about something in a way a lot of these ventures aren't.

Easily one of the best interesting superhero films I've seen. It's a filmmaker's distinctly personal and strange take on the material that never relents.