Saturday, May 5, 2007

Spiderman 3

Dear Diary,

What a disappointment Spiderman 3 turned out to be! So long and so stupid. They should have re-run bits of the first two movies and that would have been more captivating. True that such movies are usually liked by people who are young at heart, but I guess the filmmakers confused "young at heart" with "idiots at heart". This movie was way too dumb even for a dumb comic-inspired action movie.

The whole movie seemed to be a haphazard puzzle forcefully put together with pieces that didnt quite fit. There was no story. There was, however, a convict on the run that fell in this huge bucket and was either molecularized or demolecularized, I dont remember which exactly. Suffice it to say that the process messed up his molecules. End product? Sandman. Yes, he became Sandman which was essentially a man that could turn into sand and bring on loads of sand storms on his enemies. The sand storm was his mode of transportation as well.

Then there was the Goblin, that scientist's son who wanted to get back at Spiderman for killing his father. This guy started off with being a vengeful person but then got knocked on the head and lost his short term memory. This turned him into a happy butterfly-like creature who liked painting pictures of flowers and making cheese omelettes, until his evil dead father again started egging him on to "avenge my death" through his portrait. The idiot son threw his dish towel in the sink, wore his tight black clothes and got on the glider again, back to being an evil villain. You couldn't make head or tail of it.

And then of course there was this gooey-black sticky substance that came and landed on earth out of nowhere. It would stick to any person and wont let go no matter how much they pull it away from themselves. It reminded me of a couple of people I know that I'd rather not name here.

Spiderman himself was busy trying a new hairstyle and black eyeliner and shaking his thaaang in clubs while his girlfriend was sulking in the corner about her failing career. And the all-too-familiar Aunt May from the first two movies visited about 3-4 times, each with a different colored lisptick. That's all I remember of her, the lipstick.

All in all, a huge disappointment, dear diary. Now I'll have to watch the first two movies 20 times over to wipe out the disappointment of this one so I'm not completely turned off Spiderman. Damn!

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