I wasn't going to see The Incredible Hulk. Hell, I wasn't even going to do anything all weekend. I was miffed that all my friends were either working all weekend or broke because I was ready to hop the bus to AC and have some fun. It's no good doing that stuff alone because then who the hell is going to take cute photos of me? After calling everyone programmed in my cell on Friday, I did what seemed to be the proper thing to do -- I posted a message to all my friends telling them they suck for leaving me high and dry and then vowed to be bored as fuck all weekend. One of my new guy friends actually replied saying we should go together sometime next month, so now I'm stuck wondering if that counts as being "asked out." I've never dated a ninja before, I prefer pirates.

While we're on the subject of the horror show that is my love life, I'd like to mention that I made an incredible discovery about myself recently. I've always said my perfect man needs to be a businessman by day and a badass by night. The kind of guy that when he comes in the door after work he's ready to rip off his tie and trade in his loafers for a pair of Harley Davidson boots. As I'm pondering this the other day I realized what the problem is with my romantic ideals. I've pinpointed it exactly. All these years, all these damn years.... I have been trying to date Batman.

There was an excellent promo before the movie with a Batman-related tie in that had me giggling like a little school girl at a penis joke. It also featured the Hellboy 2 trailer which was godlike in itself but when I heard Mein Herz Brennt as the background music I was about ready to lick my fingers and take them down south.

I wasn't expecting much out of the Incredible Hulk movie. I figured if you've seen one Hulk movie you've seen 'em all. Scientist tests out experiment on himself, goes horribly wrong, turns into a big green dude, goes on rampage, blah fucking blah. The main curiosity I had came a few weeks prior when I was out having lunch with an old fling and he explained to me why there was another Hulk remake so soon after the first. From what I'm told it involves Marvel producing their own movies now and not having them done through Universal and the likes.



Imagine my surprise when I saw all the same old boring Hulk tale flash through the screen in about 2 minutes time during the opening credits. They flashed through in such a way that I knew they weren't going to backtrack, and that I was about to sit through a brand new Hulk. It played along the same note as Batman Begins in where the hero is hiding in the middle of nowhere trying to run from his past. We see Bruce as a working class schmo in a bottling plant training to keep his stress levels down and hunting for a cure for his gamma radiation.

Now it just so happens that one of the friends I saw this movie with is a huge Marvel fanatic, so half my entertainment was watching her reactions to all the tender meaty cuts of geeky goodness like the cameo appearance by Lou Ferrigno as a campus security guard and the use of the "sad walking away song." This movie really delivered everything from a fantastic storyline, great special effects, naked Edward Norton, and shit blowing the fuck up. The battle scenes were amazing, and as someone who has a thing for men in uniform, it's always refreshing to see someone that's fucked more government property than I have.

I would highly recommend this movie to everyone, except maybe younger kids because of the violence and a brief sexual scene. I had to turn my head for a few scenes that involved injections, so be wary of that. Otherwise I was extremely impressed, and pleased that it was worth the $10 for the ticket.