This is the purest, high-grade uncut Spider-Man that’s ever made it onto film. They do rush the development of the long-term story arcs a bit, like they’re not going to get to do a third one or something, and I can see why the Salon guy thought the adolescent angst was a bit much – they really ladled it on. Everything that tends to go wrong in Spider-Man’s life did --his aunt was endangered, his girlfriend was kidnapped, he was flunking his classes, missing out on all social events, his powers started acting up, and I mean, just on and on. I personally didn’t ever feel it went overboard, but your mileage may vary. They’re all typical complications in Parker’s life, familiar to any reader. It’s just that they decided to cram them all into one movie – everything except Peter getting a cold. How did they miss that one?
Raimi hit the homages pretty hard, I thought, including some transparent echoes of Superman (running while pulling his shirt open), Superman 2 (Where are you, Superman?), the classic Spider-Man No More issue (ASM 50) and the scene with Spider-Man lifting tons of machinery to save his aunt (ASM 33). Arguably, they even made reference to the wedding issue (ASM Annual 21). I’d have to see it again to be sure, but it was kind of the same dress. They brought in the all-but-forgotten son of Jameson and set up the return of the Green Goblin.
Also, Spider-Man is much more competent this time around. In the first, he had the powers but kept sucking in a fight. Here, the combat is much more like it. They still haven’t managed to squeeze in the Spider-Man wit, but the fights were most impressive. He’s doing web-swing kicks, flinging web-ball punches, grabbing hapless victims out of midair, doing his ninja-flip dodge and haul-back punches. Everything but the wisecracks.
They would have to have fucked up pretty bad for me to at least dislike the film. The truth is, though, they got me right where they knew I was vulnerable. Right in the Uncle Bens, as it were. I mean, I could have just cried in the El scene when after rescuing a train full of people with a ligament-snapping effort that made him scream in pain and the bottomless anguish of a man who has accepted the responsibility for many lives and finds himself, for all his might and unbending will, about to break, about to fail, and when he does not fail, but collapses from the strain, the people he just saved lifted his wounded body Christ-like, passing it hand-to-hand over their heads. Some kids in the theater laughed. I thought perhaps they were seeing through the cheap messianic sentimentality of the moment that I myself was caught up in. Turns out they thought it was funny that people were touching Spider-Man’s butt.
I should probably go see it again.