I saw the Hulk last night.
I liked that Danny Elfman did the music for it.
I liked that Stan Lee and Lou Ferrigno had cameos.
I liked the direction. A lot.
I liked all of the action scenes.
I liked the way the movie ended.
I did not like that the Hulk was fed up with being the Hulk after a mere three appearances.
I did not like that Jennifer Connelly was an alleged brilliant scientist yet was helpless and dimwitted when it came to acting on her own accord.
I did not like that Jennifer Connelly was passionless in telling Bruce Banner that he was a passionless guy and she was fed up.
I did not like the poorly unraveled yet oft-alluded to rocky relationship between Jennifer Connelly and her dad.
I did not like the babies sitting in the rows behind me that kept crying during every scene of consequence.
I did not like that parents are slow to bring their crying babies out of the theater when there is a chance said parent may miss a scene of consequence.
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