remake/remodel

L.H.O.O.Q.

In The Hulk, Ang Lee and James Schamus layer on theme after theme — half-Oedipal confrontations, repressed memories, biogenetic horrors, military-industrial excess, child abuse — in a Spector-esque wall of subtext that sometimes leaves precious little room for the angry green guy, but after a while that hardly matters as you find yourself vainly wishing for the tension to resolve itself between the true stars of the movie: General Ross’s moustache and Nick Nolte’s hair. Why aren’t they rampaging through the red desert? you wonder, Why aren’t they battling to save or end it all? Where’s the payoff?