Directed by Sam Raimi
Written by Sam Raimi and Ivan Raimi and Alvin Sargent
The B Movie exposition that freaks Flint Marko up is from the same dark gristle that fed Raimi's Darkman. But the one that crowbars the symbiote into the piece seems puked out of The Blob. Meteorites, eh? Not quite rocket science, that. Factor in superfluous but motherfucking radiant Gwen Stacy, superfluous but belonging to another movie ( 4, as rumored) Eddie Brock and superfluous but superfluous Harry Osborn and it all starts to severely gag and buckle from too many subplots. Snazzy black duds notwithstanding, Peter and Mary Jane's emotional fallout and the plot twist Sandman brings to the party is drama enough to darkside the franchise and make it breathe. Less really is more. Raimi should know. He made Spidey 2. His set pieces still give good rollercoaster. The engagement ring dustup, the Gwen rescue , the Marvel Team Up climax- - - bang for the buck. But it's the less hopped-up ones (Sandman's awesome rebirth and ,really, every time he's on and metamorphosing) and the jokey bits (Bruce Campbell, hands down) that foreground his grasp of fun and funny. Juices this up for one spin. But you can tell the franchise is boring him. Time to move on, then. Popcorn but bloated. And what is up with all the dancing ? * * *
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