I enjoyed seeing The Amazing Spiderman the other night. Although silly at times, it gripped me. Here and there anyway. For a few reasons.
Years ago, writer John Hughes, through his classics The Breakfast Club, Sixteen Candles & Ferris Beuller's Day Off, taught me to accept (maybe even revel a little in) my awkward teenager-ness. I thank him for that. Thus I'm a sucker for Peter Parker-types or any remotely introverted protagonist. Plus Spiderman makes me nostalgic for my long-ago Saturday morning youth. (I shot webs out of my wrists for years. Who didn't?) And isn't the whole Spiderman story essentially an allegory for adolescence itself? And double plus: Emma Stone. A terrific actress in everything she does but especially Easy A, speaking of rare quality teen flicks.
So yes, I enjoyed the film. At times. But it was missing something so many films seem to be missing now: true originality. Most films are sequels or reboots of previous box office successes. What's next? Smokey & the Bandit 2.0? (I scoff but it's probably in development right now.) Plot-lines are so predictable; it's like studio executives are whispering at board-room tables just outside the frame: more explosions, more jackass, more water on the women.
You know what they're really whispering though? Man, this audience is stupid...stupid...stupid. Plus cha-ching.