By "soul" I mean that there was nothing in the film for me to invest in it emotionally. I would think the term is pretty self-explanatory and that particular language, that very word, is almost ubiquitous to discussions about all art. Why you would challenge my use of it seems to be nothing but contentious.
I've never watched even one performance of one episode of American Idol or any of those prime time television popularity contests. I'm not sure if I've ever seen a Micheal Bay film. I would have to search a list of them to confirm that but my ignorance of such must speak for itself. Most of my exposure to music, film, and literature is by word of mouth from people around me whose opinions I either trust or whose taste I am familiar with. How in the world you got from point A to point B with that allegation is bizarre. Let me put all of your speculation about my taste and judgment to rest. Some favorite films of mine are 12 Angry Men, Unforgiven, Casablanca, Laurence of Arabia, Once Upon A Time in The West, A Streetcar Named Desire, and Blade Runner, to name a few. Some favorite books are Moby Dick, Don Quixote de la Mancha, Leaves of Grass, Shelby Foote's Civil War trilogy, Jesus' Son, The Great Gatsby, Deliverance, Suttree, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, and Borges' Selected Non-fiction, again, to name a few. My musical tastes run from the likes of the Stanley Brothers to the Del McCoury Band to Chick Corea to Charles Mingus to Bob Dylan to Johnny Cash to Kate Bush to PJ Harvey to Mozart to Beethoven to Chopin to Handel and, to go full circle here, Wilco. Last night I fell asleep listening to Mozart's heavenly and transposing Clarinet Concerto (K.622 should you want acquire a very beautiful piece of ear-candy for your own enjoyment). Now, I could start naming more obscure works of brilliant art but I thought I would keep my list to subjects which are immediately accessible so that you don't have to leave the page to find out what the hell I'm talking about.
Should you want to try to further degrade my culture on the basis of this tiny fraction of my preferences, by all means, I accept your condescension and welcome the separation from whatever you might consider to be superior works of human expression; like The Hulk, perhaps?
I didn't say a single thing about Alien Resurrection or Starship Troopers so you might want to check what sphere of your brain that attack was lobbed from. It's malfunctioning.
As well, I didn't say that remaking a film was a barometer by which we could measure the original's effectiveness. Lord knows, the new and lifeless 3:10 to Yuma is an ugly cousin to the very good original. Same goes for the new Manchurian Candidate. It pales next to the original. What I did say is that the makers of the new Hulk were vying for separation from the 2003 Hulk. They did not want the public to think that it was to Lee's Hulk what Spider-Man 2 was to Spider-Man. That is a completely different point than the one you wanted to put in mouth.
Is The 5th Element not underrated? Great. I stand corrected and now know that my fair judgment of the film is in accord with the masses. Good for me and "Power to the People!"
No, I have not read the script for The Hulk. Should it have been a masterpiece, even more discredit to Lee for the boring mess he delivered us from its insightful pages and for what I believed was the script through its translation to the screen.
Finally, when I have invested time and money into something which fails to engage and stimulate my mind and/or my pleasure then I wrench enjoyment from the experience by mocking the thing. That's my right as a viewer. Some other recent and similar experiences in the theater were had before the atrocity that was Eragon, the trite and incredibly overrated Juno, and the saccharine studio-stamped "epic" The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe.
If you enjoyed The Hulk, good for you. You got your money's worth. I did not, boohoo!
P.S. Was Armageddon a M. Bay film? That movie was so horrible I considered a do-it-yourself lobotomy to remove the brain matter where its memory was registered. If its not a Bay film, still, shame on whoever it was that made that stupidity which undermined all verisimilitude with situations that stretched to the point of shattering even the broad allowance of suspended disbelief inherent to the sci-fi genre.