Monthly Archives: March 2012
The television series The Incredible Hulk, starring Bill Bixby and Lou Ferrigno was woven into the fabric of my childhood. Yet, I realized recently that I had never seen the entirety of the very first episode, the pilot movie. So I called it up on Netflix Instant Streaming and watched it last night. Watching it made me realize what has been wrong with the more recent film versions of the Hulk.
I enjoyed 2003’s Hulk, starring Eric Bana and Jennifer Connelly, and directed by Ang Lee quite a bit. I want to get that out of the way because I know many people consider this movie a failure. I don’t. I liked the story, I liked the acting, and I liked the Hulk. He was massive, he emoted, and he was fun to watch. Still, though I liked it a lot, there was still something about that didn’t quite feel right to me.
2008’s The Incredible Hulk is notable only because it’s tying in with this summer’s The Avengers . Tony Stark makes an appearance, there may clues to other Marvel movies, the nerds align and cheer with glee. Except it’s dumb.
The 2003 film is an intelligently crafted movie with a real concept behind it. The 2008 movie is an excuse for a brawl in the streets of a major American city (I’ve forgotten which one, mainly because it doesn’t matter) and to tie into The Avengers. Both are missing something that made the 1977-1981 television series the classic it remains to this day: pathos.
The older I got as I watched the TV show’s reruns, the more David Banner’s plight seemed more important–and more interesting. This is a man who wants to do good, who wants to love, yet keeps losing the people closest to him, first by happenstance, then because of his self-inflicted curse. Bill Bixby’s portrayal of Banner is great. Caring, careful, and empathetic, you can’t not watch him onscreen. He portrays Banner as an intelligent, caring, yet flawed man who must reconcile his sins every time the monster comes and disappears. He Dr. Jekyll. He is Dr. Frankenstein. He is Dr. Richard Kimball. But you care about him. And if Lou Ferrigno’s Hulk now seems quaint and silly (and he does, oh man, he does!), then it’s forgivable because of Bill Bixby’s performance.
Eric Bana’s situation in Hulk also provides pathos, yet not in the same way as Bill Bixby’s. Because Bixby’s Banner radiated himself trying to solve a problem brought on by his wife’s death in a car accident, you already care about and understand why he blasts himself with the gamma rays even while you’re hoping he won’t do it. The audience is seeing a tragedy in the making, brought on by raw emotion. Bana’s gamma blast is more like the comic book’s version, where Banner is helping someone else who is in danger of being blasted. The added empathy that helps the story immensely is that Banner’s father, played by Nick Nolte, has already been messing around with his DNA. The creature is essentially already there, just in need of a little push out. But, by my money, it’s just not the same. Yes, Bana’s Banner is more a victim and should be in need of more empathy, yet it doesn’t work out that way. I still feel more for Bixby’s Banner than Bana’s Banner.
In The Incredible Hulk, Edward Norton also plays Bruce Banner. This isn’t a sequel to Hulk , yet in many ways feels like it is. It also feels a little like a sequel to the TV series, including the musical cue Bixby gets at the end of each episode. I’ll be honest here, I had to look at Wikipedia to even know how this Banner becomes the Hulk. I still don’t remember. It doesn’t matter, because this is the least sympathetic Hulk by far. Norton’s Banner tries to get into our hearts but never quite gets there. What time is there with all the running away from, being chased he’s doing? At least the comic book feel of Bana’s Banner left the viewer feeling something, Norton’s Banner is just sort of there. Yes, Norton is a physically perfect Banner, and yes, he can be a good actor, but in this…eh.
Overall, I think that the 2003 and 2008 movie suffers from their closeness to the comic books. They’re not adapted enough. Kenneth Johnson’s adaptation of the Hulk is akin to Christopher Nolan’s adaptation of Batman: it’s set in our world. Yes, there’s a fantastic element to it, yes, there are unbelievable–even silly–things that happen, yet, for the time it takes to watch (the the very least) the pilot movie, I was left rooting for Bixby’s Banner and feeling sad when he loses his second chance at love. And while the visual representations of Bana’s Banner and Norton’s Banner might be more spectacular (yes, I am one the people who actually prefer CGI Hulk to Lou Ferrigno Hulk) the pathos just isn’t there, and we the audience inevitably don’t care.
I watched this video from TED2012 featuring Susan Cain giving a talk about being an introvert and the importance of accepting people who are introverts. I’d never heard of Ms. Cain before this talk but she’s written a book called Quiet: The Power of Introverts that I may have to check out at some point. She begins her talk by talking about her love of reading and how people have had trouble accepting that in her life, to the point where she pretty much did extroverted things she felt were the right things to do. I won’t waste your time giving you much more, since you can watch the video above (which I ask that you do).
This talk hit a nerve with me. I’ve spent quite a bit of my life being told I should get out more, that I should socialize more, when all I ever really want to do is read, write, or watch movies. A good time, for me, is as simple as going to a bookstore and browsing around (inevitably buying a book or magazine–these are tough times for booksellers and publishers and, most of all, writers). I’m boring and I know it. It seems, though, that I’m “strange” because of it. Ms. Cain says otherwise. Not that I needed her to tell me this, I knew already, but I don’t know that I could have said what she said as eloquently as she said it.
It’s odd, though, because as introverted (and shy, which is something else altogether), I also find myself, in some ways, seeking attention. Otherwise, why would I write? Why would I agree to do readings (when asked) and attempt to go out and meet colleagues in the writing profession.
(One such attempt failed miserably. I’ve written elsewhere about my ill-fated trip to NECON in 2010, where I stayed for four panels and then left, suffering from horrible panic attacks. My trip to Rock & Shock was much better. I intend to give NECON a chance again this year. After all, it wasn’t the conference that was troubled, it was this person).
At my day job, I prefer to stay in my room, alone, during lunch. Being a teacher, I don’t get much alone time during the day and it’s imperative that I get some. I need quiet time, time to think, time to just be.
I won’t say that I think that writers are naturally introverted, because I think that would be bullshit. Yes, sitting alone in a room for hours making stuff up (or otherwise writing) smacks of introversion, but that’s not necessarily what it is.
So, I saw the TED Talk, enjoyed it, and thought I’d share. Take care.