Took a trip last night to see Spider-Man 3 with my comicschums. We sat at the front so the screen filled out fields of view. Marvellous. Nothing as striking as 2's fight down a skyscraper or terrific stopping of a subway train, but lots of top hitting and swinging fun. Good fun. You know, fun fun
I've never been a fan of the Spider-Man comics. I can appreciate them as comics, but they've never engaged me. The villians, in particular, I always found a bit silly. But I do love the films, they're terrific exuberant filmmaking. While many blockbusters seem reliably formulaic, Spider-Man is reliably formulaic (the hero must triumph) but really very daring. Raimi fills his films with details and scenes, some really very long, that really serve no story telling purpose: Bruce Campbell's supercillious "French" waiter tops his outing as a jobsworth theatre doorman in 2; the sticking door to Peter's tiny apartment; Ursula, the sweet daughter of Peter's landlord, is fantastic fetching Peter to the phone; Miss Brant's interruptions to remind J Jonah Jameson to watch his blood pressure gradually take over the entire scene; and topping them all, emo-Peter striding down the street, snapping his fingers like Tim Brooke-Taylor in Saturday Night Grease. Amazingly, in amongst the the thumping and the comedy and the swinging, zooming camera, Raimi fits a sweet, nerdy, romance neatly in there as well. Two romances, in fact, one old, one new. Bless.
If you think you might go, then do. I won't be half as so good on the telly.