Spidey still swings in
Spider-Man 3, but man, does the story dangle.
Our wall-crawling urban warrior doesnt know which direction to spin.
If hes not fighting icky alien gunk that turns him funky, hes wrestling with a grieving goblin, a fanged photog and a real son of a beach. Even with a leisurely running time of 2 hours and 20 minutes, this first blockbuster of summer 07 has at least two bad guys too many.
And whats with all the crying? Both heroes and villains shed tears so readily, you almost want to stand up mid-screening and ask director Sam Raimi to stop the projector so everybody can have a group hug. Did someone forget that Spider-Man is supposed to have funny moments, too?
Meanwhile, girlfriend Mary Jane (Kirsten Dunst) has become both bore and trollop. Unable to fully connect with either Spider-Man or his nerdy alter-ego Peter Parker (Tobey Maguire times two), and miffed that her stage musical career is bombing (with good reason), she turns as faithful as a fruit fly.
Not that Peter is much better, since he falls under the spell of blond hussy Gwen (Bryce Dallas Howard), the daughter of the police captain (James Cromwell).
The dew is definitely off the web in this third instalment of the Spider-Man cinema saga, five years after it first wowed weary eyes. Battle fatigue has set in, as so often happens when franchises hit a triple. The writing, credited to Raimi, his brother Ivan and
Spider-Man 2 co-scripter Alvin Sargent, seems drained of ideas, relying on recycled subplots from original Marvel Comics episodes.
In the realm of movie thrill makers, Sam Raimi always seemed like the smartest guy in the room. Now he just seems like the guy with the biggest budget - a near-record $250 million (U.S.) There are times when you wonder what he spent the money on.
Yet for all that, Spider-Man remains the best of the comic book movie adaptations. Enough energy and spirit remain to warrant a recommendation, although its one larded with reservations. The action scenes still thrill, but there arent enough of them.
The hook with this latest instalment is that Spidey turns bad, switching to a jet-black suit that is definitely a sartorial upgrade, even if it messes with his mind.
Hes the victim of alien slime that literally falls out of the sky and which acts like a fashion consultant with a bad attitude. It turns our hero turn into a pimp-strutting and *****-slapping rouser who comes perilously close to a Ron Burgundy parody. When hes not in his snazzy Spider duds, Parker dons a black suit matched with a shaggy hairdo that makes him look like a member of Spandau Ballet or an Emo kid, depending on your age and perspective.
It takes a full hour for Spidey to turn to the proverbial dark side, and its just one of many strands in this very tangled web.
Ive come a long way from the boy who was bitten by a spider, Parker brags to himself. Now people really like me.
His therapist may buy that, but whos zooming who? Support for Spidey in his New York domain remains shaky at best. Especially since
Daily Bugle editor J. Jonah Jameson (J.K. Simmons) is still bent on portraying him as a thug in tights, a mission also taken up by photo hotshot Eddie Brock (Topher Grace), who wants a
Bugle job badly enough to blow taps for Spidey.
Brock cuts in on the Spidey-snapping turf previously owned by meek
Bugle boy Peter Parker, who requires a backbone transplant more than ever. And while Parker is sorting things out at home and at work, all hell is breaking loose in the concrete canyons.
His erstwhile buddy Harry Osborn (James Franco), still his romantic rival for Mary Jane, has gone as nutso as the late Osborn Sr. Hes morphed into a reborn Green Goblin, more dangerous than ever. An early aerial confrontation between the New Goblin (or Goblin Jr., as Bad Spidey mocks) is one of the highlights of
Spider-Man 3.
Then theres small-time con Flint Marko (Thomas Haden Church), who has a big connection to Parker that is revealed in an eyebrow-rolling flashback. On the lam from the cops, he falls into a vat of souped-up sand that turns him into a genuine dirt bag, and a maudlin one at that. Hes now the shape-shifting Sandman, but hes all busted up over his nasty habit of firing guns at the people hes robbing.
Im not a bad person, he wails. I just had bad luck.
Tell it to the judge, bub. Or maybe wail to Aunt May (Rosemary Harris), who has become a tedious scold. Like a distaff Yoda, she warns about the dangers of giving into feelings of anger and revenge, hard things to suppress when psycho mutants are chasing you.
Ambulance chaser Eddie Brock turns into fanged foe Venom, who is looking to get even with Spider-Man because - get this - he blames the web-slinger for an act of plagiarism that cost him his job.
Its not exactly the kind of motivation of which gripping drama is made, but Spideys other adversaries arent much better. Goblin Jr. wants to avenge his dead pa, Sandman wants to prove hes not bad by killing people and the black alien gunk seems to want a job dressing Goth supermodels.
Nobody expects great acting in movie like this, but the franchise has previously been a cut above its comic origins. The same cant be said of
Spider-Man 3, which manages to make both Maguire and Dunst seem wooden, wimpy and whiny. What snuffed the spark between these two?
The films many complications make you nostalgic for the villains of
Spider-Man and
Spider-Man 2, the original Green Goblin and Doc Octopus, who had much simpler yet grander plans. Whatever happened to wanting to take over the world, or at least New York City?
None of the super creeps here can even muster a truly evil laugh, although Topher gives it a go, God bless him.
But there I go looking for trouble, when all anybody really wants is a nice big hug.
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Note : I have heard basicly the same thing over and over again.