No, no, no, no, no! What have they done to my beloved superhero franchise? I expected a coherent story and got a jumble of weak, diluted plots that end up being a mess at the end of the movie. If director Sam Raimi was going full steam ahead into superhero movie magic with Spider Man 1 and 2, he tripped and fell overboard with this third and latest installment.
I don’t understand how some people could say that no matter how zany the storyline becomes, it still works in the end. It most definitely doesn’t. I was looking for mind blowing action and got commonplace CGI and Hollywood set-pieces. What a disappointment to see a Spider Man movie go down the drain like this one did.
Spider Man 3 was way too long for its own good (clocking in at about 140 minutes). It could have done without Peter Parker’s alter ego playing a jazz number and dancing wildly in a club to make his ex-girlfriend jealous. With disheveled hair and an ugly black suit, Tobey Maguire’s Peter Parker seemed more “Night at the Roxbury” than “Saturday Night Fever.” A little of a Peter Potrelli look (I’m talking about the first few episodes of NBC’s Heroes) was also lost in there.
If I ever end up having to go through the agony of watching this film again on DVD, it would be my pleasure to fast forward through every scene containing the boring conversations between Aunt May and Peter. Her reminiscing of the old days has a way of lulling me to sleep because the words coming out of her mouth are simply not worth listening to. Some of the dialogue between characters got even cheesier as Spider Man 3 progressed. Here’s a sample from a run-in between Mary Jane (Kirsten Dunst) and Harry Osborne (James Franco) during Spider Man’s appreciation-day parade:
Harry: I get hit in the head and now I feel as free as a bird.
Mary Jane: Maybe I should get hit on the head.
Harry: Bonk. (He actually knocks on MJ’s forehead and says the word “Bonk.”)
As for the villains in Spider Man 3, they don’t possess the kind of depth that Willem Defoe brought to the Green Goblin and Alfred Molina similarly did for Dr. Octopus in the first two installments. Sure, director and screenwriter Sam Raimi tried to weave in a back-story to the Sandman’s criminal life, but I was sitting there and wondering whether I was supposed to feel sorry for this guy because his daughter was severely ill. The same goes for Topher Grace’s portrayal of Eddie Brock (a.k.a. Venom). He was a complete joke throughout the whole film. He may have been written off to be a jerk who wears too much hair gel, but the Eddie Brock I remember from the comics and cartoons was more menacing, frustrated and full of himself than what I saw in the movie. The actual Venom character didn’t even show up till the near end, and the 15 minutes of screen time he got was a giant letdown.
I walked out of the theater overhearing kids’ excitement over a possible Spider Man 4 and its prospective villains. Let’s see: there’s Rhino, Carnage, Scorpion, Mysterio and an almost-Spidey ally in Black Cat. There’s so much more left that could be done with the Spider Man franchise that it just depends on the future of the actors playing them and the direction that the story is headed. Time will tell whether this could be the last hoorah for Tobey Maguire and Kirsten Dunst. If you’ve already seen the film, you know that there really is no future for James Franco.
What else is there to say? That it isn’t worth the $10 and gas to go see this film? I would, however, recommend some of the Hasbro action figures that go along with it. That ought to be more entertaining than sitting through the first of 2007’s so called blockbusters.
- Joseph Natividad