In spite of the fact that my WIP folder is getting far too big, I’ve been getting the urge to grab Bill’s digital camera and shoot some still lives. What’s the difference between twelve and twenty pieces waiting to be finished, eh? (Just the shreds of my sanity, I think)

On reflection, its a good thing I can’t find any batteries for the camera. Maybe I should just go bake some cookies. ::Shakes head:: Feeing creative and exausted at the same time can be confusing.

Sheesh. At the rate I’ve been bouncing through employers this year, you’d think I was flighty or something. With luck, this one will last. The whole first day jitters thing is so much like the first day of school… which I was never too fond of anyway. But, I think I like this place. Even if they seem to think that I can’t handle hearing profanity. (Heh. Wait ’till the see me on a no coffee morning.)

And I get to sit near a *window*. Been about five years (not counting working from home) since I could just look up during the day and know what was going on outside. Of course, today would be the first nice summery day in the last week of cold, gray, rainy, bleah weather…

And I was prepared to be critical. We’re talking about one of my very first comic book loves. (Not my fault the school library had a big hardbound collection of the early issues…) So lets get on to the good, not so good, and the super spiffy.

• The scene transitions were too self conscious and artsy. When *how* the story is being told is occuping more of my time than what the story is actually *telling*, there’s a problem.
• Cameos! (Stan Lee and Lou Ferrigno no less… hee!) And, erm, Gavin. (For the Angel fen out there)
• Eric Bana’s performance wasn’t “wooden”. That’s the way the character was supposed to be. They even devoted exposition time to beating us over the head with that fact.
• And speaking of getting beaten over the head, Ang Lee needs to take lessons in subtle from Marti Noxon. Foreshadowing’s cool, but dude - restraint is your friend. You don’t have to light Bruce with green light every other scene. We’re already hip to The Big Secret.
• David Banner was a great baddie - very much in the vein of the early Marvel villans without being too comic book-ish. Though when his skin morphed all orange and scaley, I leaned over to Paulie and snarked “funny, he doesn’t look like Ben Grimm” - but it was just a fake out. And, I’d say, a nice -ne.
• I want a sequel, and I want fic, and I want them both very soon. I’d like to say I’ve got ideas for some spiffy manips, but I want to tie up at least some of the pieces I’m working on right now before starting anything else new. (My WIP folder is getting a wee bit bloated.)
• The emotive range they got out of the cgi Hulk was just *amazing*. He was a full character, not just a special effect.
• Jennifer Connelly and Sam Elliot are great to watch, and not just because they’re both of the pretty. I never identified with Betty prior to this, but I do now.
• Betty Ross and Lois Lane need to have a sit down bitch session about their emotionally distant, overbearing, military type fathers.
• The back story they gave for *why* the Hulk happened was a great improvement over cannon. (Which, originally, was little more than Bruce was in the wrong place at the wrong time.)
• Speaking of cannon, the bit with Bruce’s mind being “clouded” and non-lucid as Hulk - dead on. They did such a good job with it that I’m itching to see how they would handle a lucid Bruce!hulk, as opposed to angry!Hulk.