I haven’t seen Spider-Man 3, yet. I could have gone on opening weekend, but I didn’t; I could probably find some time this weekend, but chances are I won’t. I’ll see it in the theater, but I’m clearly not rushing out, which — given my love of all things superheroic — is incredibly unusual.
So where’s the excitement about Spider-Man 3? I’m pretty sure it was snuffed out by Spider-Man 2.
See, I really enjoyed Spider-Man; it wasn’t perfect, but as superhero movies go it was pretty darn close. Then Spider-Man 2 was released. It had amazing action sequences and I loved the way Doctor Octopus was brought to the big screen, but — as I wrote in my 2004 review — the little annoying things I didn’t like about the first movie were amplified tenfold.
I own Spider-Man 2 on DVD, but I’ve never watched it. I watched a lot of the special features, but I haven’t sat down and watched the movie from beginning to end again. I know there’s a lot of really cool stuff in it, but I don’t want to sit through the syrupy melodrama to get to it. I suppose I could fast-forward through all the angst and preaching, but that feels like cheating somehow.
So I’m not in a big hurry to see Spider-Man 3, because somewhere along the line Sam Raimi decided that along with the proportional speed, strength and agility of a spider, Peter Parker also has the proportional melodrama of a daytime soap opera.