Last Sunday Bobby and I dragged our asses out of the Bungalow (and from slowly turning into our duvet cover from watching copious amounts of Supernatural Season 2 in bed) and drove out to the Empire Cinema. There we met Babs & MatBon and sat through two and a half hours of a movie that was filled to the brim, chockfull of tears, fights, dances, villains and plots, all tangled up (no pun intended).
But let's backtrack a bit.
I am not a die-hard Spidey fan. Even though I watched the Spiderman TV series faithfully when I was younger and had dreams of being bitten by a radioactive spider. What I remember most about the Spidey of the 70s was that Peter Parker was a geeky do-gooder with a retro brown bouffant. The extent of the crummy special effects was Spidey scaling up and down a horizontal brick wall, shot vertically.
With the new age Peter Parker/Spiderman, I thought Tobey Maguire was well casted as the geekoid with super powers. The upside down kiss between Spiderman and Mary Jane Watson in Spiderman 2 was THE kiss of the year. It was believable and elicited gentle phwooarghs. And then we come to the third Spidey instalment and the growing awkwardness between Tobey Maguire and Kirsten Dunst (who dated during the first Spiderman but broke up before the second) made watching their romance in the movie less believable.
The good part is that CGI is of course better than Spidey's yesteryears and on par with the first and second movie (although being an old fart, I felt sick at some of the faster fighting scenes).
The not so good parts are many. During the dance scenes, it was not funny seeing Tobey Maguire doing a cringe-worthy Tony Manero in Saturday Night Fever. I wanted to root for the Sandman's villain with a soul but there was no meat in his sandy being. That another villain came so late in the movie made me say 'Nyeh?!' James DiFranco as Green Goblin Jr was wimpy assed at best. Why the hell did his faithful butler Bernard let everything go to shit before opening his mouth and telling the truth about who killed GG Jr's dad? There was another woman thrown into Spidey's web to form a love triangle but seriously, NO bitch fight? And why would one want to under-utilise Bryce Dallas Howard who is a pretty darn good actress.
Director Sam Raimi could have practised a little more restraint. Why not stick to one main villain, develop characters and concentrated on a badass script? Instead he crammed everything into one poor movie and turned Spiderman 3 into an overindulgent crybaby.
But hey don't mind me, Spiderman 3 has the current highest film opening in history, and I'm just a hormonal woman talking. Plus I would've been in a better mood if the Empire Cinema seat wasn't a bitch for my back.
HI IS ANDREA THE EYE WAITING FOR MY BABY THAT NOW IS IN HAVEN , BYE.
Posted by: andrea gu mucio | Wednesday, 16 July 2008 at 01:35 AM