Effing The Dog | Getting Things Done...Eventually

This week, I was one of the fortunate few who was able to snag the sequel to the eventualistic masterpiece simply known as Hulk.  And by snag, I mean rent.

The Incredible Hulk is nothing short of the adjective that describes it.  But I’d hardly view it as a sequel.  First off, in this film, a completely different guy turns into the beast.  He has a completely different girlfriend, and a completely different military man driven by MacBethian-like ambition is after him.  I can only assume that they kept the names of these people the same as some form of code or something.  This new “Banner” is more slender than the original man, so his transformation into the green goliath is all the more dramatic - and eventual - as a result.  He also seems to have more command of his surroundings, almost like he had a hand in creating everything and not taking no for an answer.  Or so I've heard.  The new military man is younger and less “down home” than the other guy who still hasn’t caught his Hulk yet, and the girlfriend looks almost elven-like.

I think a more apt title for this film would have been Hulk, Too.

The reason I give this flick my EffTD blessing is the fact that it revolves around someone who eventually gets angry enough to turn into something more powerful than himself.  That is what all students of Eventualizm seek, and Banner 2.0 succeeds and excels at this.  He also runs a lot, and some other guy turns into The Abominable Snowman and fights the Hulk a lot.  He’s also British, so he doesn’t have to get angry to turn, juts a little peeved.

The only drawback to this film when comparing it to its predecessor is the fact that this new guy turns into his Hulk earlier in the film.  In Hulk, the eventual occurrence of the first change is tantalizingly long, allowing for many attempts at dramatic tension.  Now that’s incredibly eventual.

I can’t wait to find out where the third Hulk might turn up.  Keep your eyes peeled EffTDers, they could be anywhere.  And you won’t like them when they’re angry.

Or hungry.

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