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Spider-Man 3 (Sam Raimi 2007)

Posted on May 13 at 19.13, 2007 by Eric Mahleb

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So here i am, sitting at my local herbal tea house in Berlin with George Lucas, talking about visual effects, ewoks and all things spaced out, when the subject of Spider-Man 3 comes up. Out of nowhere, and for some obscure reason, i try to convince both George and myself that Sam Raimi is a reborn filmmaker who gained credibility for what he did with the first Spider-Man and is thus worthy of some respect. To which George replies, simply and calmly: ‘Spider-Man 3 is silly’.

And then, as surely as Luke knew in his heart that Vader was his father, it downs on me that George, who knows a thing or two about silly movies, is right: ‘Spider-Man 3 IS silly’.

2 Responses to “Spider-Man 3”

  1. Oh come on, it’s not all that bad. Obviously there is far too much crying, but it has its moments. It just seems so bad because the previous film was near perfect.

  2. [...] So here I am, at this party in the Hollywood Hills, hanging out with my loser screenplay writer friend, when Michael Bay walks in with a girl in each arm. Out of all the parties in LA, Michael Bay has to walk into mine. Determined not to let it get to me, I undertake a precise and thorough strategy of avoidance, which works for most of the evening, until another loser friend of mine, this time a Foley operator, who mysteriously appears to know Bay, decides to introduce me to this evilest of all evil directors. Doing my best to hide my repulsion, I reluctantly shake the man’s hands and immediately start to feel nauseous all over, as if I had just put on the ring to rule them all, and had acquired the ability to see the darkness and shadows around me, or in this case, in front of me. And, clearly wanting my death, some guy who evidently exists on a different cinematic plane than I, barges in and exclaims some idiocy along the lines of ‘loved your Transformers Michael’, which naturally brings me closer to regurgitating my Shirataki noodles dinner. Not that I would mind plastering Michael Bay with some no-carb, no-fat vomit, but even Themis, the Greek Goddess of Justice, is not on my side this evening, and I must try to take consolation in the belief that, while slightly more successful than me, Michael Bay remains a cinematic barbarian with no appreciation of cinema as an art. [...]

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