Some history:
viridian used to work at a movie theater. She got free tickets once a week, and I was all over that like soda on a theater floor. (Sticky, I guess.) Anywho,
The Hulk came out, and I talked her into going with me. It was a perfect set up: no one invested anything in the film besides a couple of hours and it was summer, so we got to invest those hours in being indoors in the air conditioning.
We didn't quite reconcile with our master plan just how awful
The Hulk ended up being. In the recent history of catastrophic failures of superhero/comic book movies, I put
The Hulk as being more painful than
Spider-Man 3 if only because there was absolutely nothing about it that was redemptive (whereas
Spider-Man 3 had Bruce Campbell). If we'd paid more than time off our lives, I might have rioted. The time off my life should matter, but the competing interest--finishing the film so I'd never have to see it again (an annoying OCD of mine is that I always have to finish movies I start)--won out. I promised
viridian I'd never make her sit through something so awful again.
But it would be damned funny to use these free passes I have to any Regal Cinema to go and see
The Incredible Hulk. This time, we're both legal, so we will, beyond all probability, be roaring drunk.
viridian: Can I be drunk this time?
me: You can be as drunk as you like.
viridian: I WILL NEED IT
me: Yes, I'm pretty sure that much is true.
viridian: Ugh, why, WHY would they remake it again so soon?
me: BECAUSE IT IS A TIMELESS STORY. About a man. And his inner, greener bad self. Classic, really.
me: I think The Hulk is what Shakespeare WANTED to write. He settled for Macbeth instead. And we all know how much better The Hulk is.
viridian: Oh God. Now I am thinking of
Patrick Stewart as the Hulk. HULK SAY...MAKE IT SO