Spiderman 3: Where Bad's the New Good

I would apologize for the lack of posts, but I talk to myself enough as it is....

I just had the privilege of watching Spiderman 3 with a friend of mine this evening. I have one thing to say: being bad has never looked....well...so bad. If you're not into self-indulgent films, don't see this one. There's a badly concocted right/wrong good/evil light/dark thing going on here that's children's book simple but sketched with a slightly disabled grownup's tastes. Certainly a bit of what we all hate and fear lives inside each of us, but please, for Christ's sake, just say that instead taking a two and a half hour dump on all our heads.

The most surprising thing about this film, though, is not that it's not good. I wasn't expecting good. I was expecting what one expects when attending a Superman flick: good special effects, comic book romanticism, and some kick ass fighting. The only thing i got was good special effects. I went to the film just expecting to give it a passing grade, like mindless time spent with that really stupid, but nice and funny, meathead friend (choose your variation, you know what I mean) that everyone has. Instead, it was more like a showed up to have a beer with him and he pinned me down and kicked me in the balls for a while. Anyway, you get it. Don't bother seeing this film...unless, of course, you enjoy self-flagellation.