You know, every time I hear someone talk about how Ang Lee's Hulk was some unfairly maligned psychodrama, too refined and magnificent for the hoi polloi, it's helpful to remember that for a good fifteen minutes, it was about a poodle monster.
Pictured: Deep emotional drama.Also, the whole "living comic book panels" thing is only a good idea if the alternative was drowning a kitten.Finally, and with all seriousness, the scene where Bruce Banner gets tasered by the bad guys in an effort to make him Hulk out and he just says "Nuh-uh" COMPLETELY RUINS THE HULK FOREVER. His whole conflict is that he can't control the Hulk! That's, like, fifth-grade stuff. What's the drive for him to seek a cure if he can hold it down while getting tased? If the only way for him to become the Hulk against his will is for him to be purposefully drugged, then hell, just give him a Valium and send him on his way. Clearly, there's nothing to worry about.
You might as well do a Wolfman movie where, during the full moon, Larry Talbot starts getting hair and then says "No, I don't think so," and goes off to a dinner party. I mean, why not?