The Incredible Hulk

The movie was fantastic. So much better than the Ang Lee BS fest. Not just on the level of action either. They managed to make this movie both quite character driven and exciting, action wise. It was nicely paced and fun with plenty of comic book-ish shots (which is the one thing I did like about the first movie, and here they did it better, especially in the final fight between Abomination and Hulk.) We all liked that the theme of this Jekyll and Hyde story and it came off clear enough that even the kids picked up on it.
They also showed the Hulk as a primal, angry being, particularly in the final fight where the brutality spins out of control. And the conflict of the god-like Hulk who is powerful enough on his own having to face, essentially himself, only with military training and the true heart of a monster kept me interested.
Little things, like mythos jokes and the real life “of course” moments of two college kids catching a fight between Hulk and the military on cell phone cameras definitely added to the fun. Over all, it’s fun, it’s fantastic. It’s not quite the same as Iron Man, but then the whole Iron Man mythos has a soul that Hulk doesn’t. Bruce Banner isn’t looking to save the world, and his powers are caused by an accident. He isn’t the hero that runs toward danger, who acts like a shield between the bad stuff and the average person. He’s the one who tries to mind his own business, only stepping up to the plate when either the ones he loves are in direct danger or there’s absolutely no other option.
It’s the base story that prevents this movie from being on the same level as Iron Man or the first Spiderman movie. But with that taken into consideration it’s worth the full price of the ticket and has been put on my must own list.
True Blood aka Sookie Stackhouse the series
Finally! Here you can see photos from the new HBO series, True Blood, based on Charlaine Harris’ Sookie Stackhouse series. For those not in the know these books are urban fantasy with a romance angle about a rural mind reader in Louisiana who falls for a vampire and ends up getting sucked into the supernatural world (no pun intended).
Fool Moon by Jim Butcher
It’s not until the last moments of the book that Harry Dresden wonders if someone is trying to kill him. But readers of Fool Moon, the second book in the Dresden Files series, will wonder it nearly right away.
Despite still being upset with Harry for giving her just enough information about the Nevernever to believe in it, but not enough to face its creatures in her mundane job as a cop, Special Investigations’ lead Karrin Murphy calls Harry to a crime scene with all the horrifying hallmarks of a werewolf perp. The problem is that there are multiple kinds of werewolves in this magicked up version of Chicago and Harry isn’t sure which kind is out killing people.
While the number of shape shifters and the evidence are piling up nothing seems to fit and the Chicago PD’s efforts are hampered by Murphy being under an IA investigation, a group of FBI agents playing dominance games with the crime scenes, a local mob boss who thinks he’s the next target trying to force Harry into protecting him, not to mention the humans’ stubborn refusal to take the supernatural seriously.
Fool Moon has a complexity that is not typical found in urban fantasy. Not only are there hints at the past that are never expounded on, but there are also hints at a mysterious person or persons being behind the villains of the first book, and this book. More like a noir, supernatural tinted true crime story than other books Fool Moon could easily bring the fantasy, mystery and horror crowds together under the Dresden banner.
Blankety Blank by D. Harlan Wilson
Blankety Blank, a Memoir of Vulgaria, has its roots in a more advanced version of our suburbia, but above ground this is one weird tree. At times it’s part Desperate Housewives–suburban drama, parties and wicked rumor mill– and other times it’s dark and brutal commentary, or complete bizzarro-fueled randomness.
Mr. van Trout seems to hate his son, barely tolerates his wife, his daughter is quite possibly a sex fiend, but he sure does love his silo. Except that his fake smiling, core rotten neighborhood, Quiggle Estates, is playing host to Mr. Blankety Blank, a serial killer. Some of the neighborhood’s occupants are quite influenced by the direct effect of death on their lives. Others, it seems, must be dragged kicking and screaming into a new mentality.
This is what the world would be if all the walls of nicety, and those between thought and action, were removed. A book like this can literally drown the reader in random-sounding detail and must be read as a dream is experienced, accepting rules of reality, the breaking thereof and the outright mutilation of reality as they come. Definitely not a book for everyone, Blankety Blank does have its moments, at times reading like Terry Pratchett does bizarro/science fiction/history.

