I just saw another ad for The Incredible Hulk and every time I see one, it makes me angry. I mean, the last one was only released in 2003 and I don't really think that five years justifies a remake. Seriously, is Hollywood so hard up for scripts that they're having to remake movies that aren't even eligible for Kindergarten yet? Honestly, I'm not a huge fan of the remake thing to start with, with the exception of remaking foreign films given the fact that most people aren't going to get a chance to see the great films not made in English unless we rip them off.
I heard that this was perhaps Marvel's attempt to make a movie they felt was truer to the franchise, but screw that. Marvel got paid enough for the last one that they shouldn't care if it was bastardized. This is just a blatant money grab because Marvel and the producers know the silly fanboys would be psyched at the opportunity to see yet another Hollywood action flick about the big green bruiser.
But really, I think all of my ire comes from the simple fact that I would make a lousy superhero if I had been turned into the Hulk. After all, I'd get all worked up and wreak havoc in LA over some stupid unnecessary movie and then stand idly by while some dude blew up a bus. I'd feel a little fear from the violent act, but I wouldn't get all that angry about it. It takes a lot to get me angry unless it's insignificant.
A few other things that would trigger my inner Hulk, if I had one:
1. Anti-gay marriage protesters.
2. The stupid fucker who defaulted on a couple of credit cards, moved, changed his phone number and has a very similar name to mine.
3. Whoever the genius was who attached my phone number to this collections file.
4. Every last collections agency that ended up with the file after I proved to the previous agency that it wasn't me.
5. The dick who called from the newest agency today who just hung up on me mid-sentence when I tried to tell him I'd already verified to other companies that they had the wrong guy.
The only good side to the whole collections agency thing is that it's not attached to my social security number and only my phone number. The address and social security number attached to the file have nothing to do with me or anywhere I've ever lived. It's not a credit rating worry for me because of this, but it is a serious pain in the ass considering too many phone calls from people I know even get on my nerves. The best one was the pushy jerkoff who started yelling at me when I got tired of her badgering and told her that because I knew this account wasn't attached to my SS number that I didn't really care what she tried to do because it wouldn't affect me. I hung up on her mid-sentence and could hear her shrill threats until the handset hit the cradle.