Hulk a Maniac?

Under Ang Lee, the big green guy gets a healthy dose of existentialism amid the action

He's 12 feet tall. He's ripped. He's as quick as a tiger and fierce as a dragon. Lit by his fury to a dull green glow, the guy is sheer boundless power. Any NFL team you can think of would love to start him at middle linebacker. But, as art house director Ang Lee would have it, this outsized, computer-generated, big-screen version of The Hulk is also a sensitive bundle of repressed childhood traumas fomented by his megalomaniacal father. So to write him off simply as a big lug who can run a hundred miles an hour and tear the turret off an army tank with his bare hands -- to see him as just another summer-blockbuster superhero, in other words -- would be to misunderstand, well, his existential dilemma, his very soul. Any movie that costs $150 million to make, Lee seems to be telling us, ought to come with at least ten bucks' worth of deep thinking.

To that end, the man who gave us Sense and Sensibility and The Ice Storm before he gave us the high-flying, Oscar-winning antics of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon has injected The Hulk not only with a fateful shot of mutant DNA but also with doses of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde and The Nutty Professor, a dash of leftover Joseph Conrad, and a casebook of Freudian insecurities.

While millions of Matrix cultists spend their summer decoding a big new chunk of Hollywood cosmology, Lee and three screenwriters provide some pseudoscience and solemn pop mythology of their own. They start with the deeply divided hero, Bruce Banner (the unremarkable Eric Bana, late of Chopper). Thanks to his scientist-father's past fiddlings and an accidental zap of gamma rays down at the lab, the nerdy Berkeley geneticist is -- after being angered once too often -- about to discover the torment and exaltation of his uncontrollable alter ego. We've also got Nick Nolte, looking like he spent the week in custody, as the messianic lost-and-found father, still obsessed with his experiments and given to raving about "the pale religions of civilization that have infected humanity."

The pivotal new wrinkle here involves poor bottled-up Bruce's love interest, a fellow scientist named Betty Ross (Jennifer Connelly). Whip-smart, Betty sees all and knows all (including the secret of Bruce's metamorphosis), but she too has issues. Her father, it turns out, is a ruthless, emotionally inadequate army general (Sam Elliott) who doesn't give a damn about her but cares plenty about hooking up the National Security Agency and an evil corporation called Atheon in a plot to exploit Bruce/Hulk for their own purposes. Is this plot element a miscalculation? Or an act of defiance? In any case, it's odd. In a time when American approval of government and the military is soaring (at least the polls say it is), these moviemakers have returned to the wary, even paranoid, view of the military-industrial complex that characterized earlier science-fiction fantasies. Is it going too far to speculate that Lee and company have hidden a political parable about the indiscriminate use of official power inside their summer movie?

Still, Lee knows who buys concessions at the multiplex, so he also dutifully stages the money shots. The big action set pieces here include the computerized green monster's satisfyingly destructive breakout from a secret underground army base, a battle with slavering mutant dogs, and a visit to San Francisco in which he tears up several blocks of pavement and tosses a cable car onto the sidewalk. Lee also mounts his own version of Desert Storm in which Hulk bounces from butte to butte like a huge blob of Flubber, swatting helicopter gunships out of the air. Lee and his technicians rarely let up on the technical flash. There are lots of bewildering split-screen effects straight out of the '60s alongside a surplus of flashbacks, plenty of morphing, and an array of oozy, multicolored hallucinations intended, we must assume, to express the conflicted agony in Bruce/Hulk's mind and the molecular rage inside his body.

Some Marvel fans and diehard devotees of Lou Ferrigno, the bodybuilder who played The Hulk on TV (and who does a brief walk-on here) may find Ang Lee's whole enterprise grandiose and, given its not-always-successful attempt to fuse brains and brawn, a little bit silly. In the end, The Hulk seems as unhappily divided in its nature as Bruce Banner himself. Art and entertainment don't always get along. Still, in the last shot, Lee takes pains to suggest -- heaven help us -- a sequel. We can only hope it answers one vital philosophical question. To wit: Whenever Bruce violently expands into The Hulk, he bursts out of his undersized wardrobe; tell us now, how does the big guy always wind up in a pair of perfectly fitting blue shorts?

 
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