THE HULK. Hours after it was over, I still wasn’t quite sure I hadn’t hallucinated the whole thing. Overwrought, overwritten and turbo-charged with eruptions of seismic, daffy grandeur, The Hulk’s the kind of uniquely terrible movie that perhaps only a great director could make. There’s certainly nothing ordinary about its badness. In fact, the fool thing is so shithouse bonkers I’ll probably end up seeing it multiple times.

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For posterity, the short review of The Hulk (2003) that permanently added “ shithouse bonkers ” to our family’s vocabulary. Briefly diverted to “ babyhouse bonkers ” six months later upon the birth of Antje Cramer (2003).