MAD: Spider-Man 3: Antivenom
Jul04

MAD: Spider-Man 3: Antivenom

(2017 Alexander Shaw/Watched on MP4) Another re-edit, this time on the most troubling of the webslinger’s films, Spider-Man 3, the one everybody was super-excited for, but ended up a disappointing close to a trilogy with a very strong beginning and middle. When we covered this on our podcast what we found was that most of the movie was actually pretty good. It’s well-shot, dynamic, fun, not as focused as the first two but not as bad as we remembered. I particularly like the fights with Harry, how personal they get and how well staged they are (especially that ring flying about the place, as a personal treasure with a history that could so easily be lost), and the fact that he’s never in the suit for these confrontations. By and large, the body of the film is a relationship drama, and the whole series has always been that. Then we got to the halfway point and the whole thing falls apart like a flan in a cupboard. The forced inclusion of Venom really doesn’t fit. Everything else has a Silver Age charm to it, which again fits with 1 & 2, Venom is a product of, nay the progenitor of 90s badditude. He turns up for a disastrous twenty minute closer and kicks over the lovingly arranged table the Spidey Trilogy was arranged on. And with Venom I’m also including the lengths Raimi and co. go to make you angry at Peter. People often talk about the dancing and strutting, and the fact that it put so many backs out is not one to be ignored. There is a line between Peter acting like a dick, in a way we hope he’ll realise and do something about and Peter acting like a fucking maniac! And this film trips over that line and falls flat on its face, whilst attempting a showy pirouette. So the first surprise was that for an hour and twelve minutes I changed almost nothing. There’s a clumsy bit of exposition from Sandman’s wife, where she says in words what had already been established visually with some skill “You’re an escaped prisoner, the police are after you”. I mean she’s saying that to a granite-faced hoodlum in an orange jumpsuit we’ve just seen evading the cops. Then there’s this really weird bit where Gwen is hanging from a telephone off the side of a skyscraper and her father and boyfriend are squinting up at her from the street below as if to say “Oh look, there’s Gwen… she is in a bit of a pickle now.” rather than freaking out and trying to help her. That’s not...

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