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Spider-Man

a review by Jeffrey Overstreet

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Halfway through seeing Spider-man for the first time, I realized what it reminded me of: last year’s Harry Potter film. It just felt similar.

The more I thought about it, the more it made sense. Both clearly revere their source texts. Both are thoroughly entertaining, with second-rate visuals and first-rate casts. And both of them move at an exhilarating pace, charging headlong from one surprising episode to the next.

But there is another similarity. The hero. Spidey and Harry Potter are brothers in spirit. Compare the two. Both are orphans, raised by an aunt and uncle. Both develop “magical” powers—one through fairy tale magic, one through an accident of genetic experimentation. Parker and Potter struggle with the desire to misuse their gifts, but they face their challenges honorably. The villains they face are close acquaintances, each one hiding an “evil face”. The boys become heroes, but instead of basking in the glory, they come to understand their duty. And both heroes are motivated by devotion to their loved ones.

Thus I was surprised to see that most religious-press critics, the same critics who are preaching that Potter is evil, are ecstatic about Spider-man’s movie. It makes no sense. Are we really to believe that Spidey is a spiritual movie because his aunt and uncle say things like “God bless you” and “Thank God for you, Peter Parker”?? I’m not exaggerating. That’s what sites like Movieguide are saying. And Hollywood Jesus goes so far as to say the film is “rooted in Chrsitianity” because the characters use common religious phrases. And are we to believe Harry Potter is satanic because he flies around on a hot-rod broom instead of a web? Think for a minute. If Harry’s whimsical tricks could lure children to the occult, surely Spider-man will influence them to try steroids or genetic enhancements, jump off buildings, and carry out vigilante justice!

Both stories offer us a moral hero who, while small and humble, uses his unique talent to shame the proud and save the neighborhood from evil. Thus they are both spiritual in a way. They reflect spiritual truths about love, kindness, sacrifice, and responsibility.

But I’m off on a tangent. Let’s talk about Spider-man and let the crusaders carry on with their unnecessary battles.

Actor Tobey Maguire plays the part of Peter Parker exactly right. Parker is on the edge of manhood, awkward around his peers, a little shy around girls, insecure about his unimpressive physique, and unsure of his place in this world. When a spider—a genetically enhanced super-spider, to be exact—bites him on the hand, he suddenly has a new host of troubles. Compared to this, puberty looks like kids’ stuff. Peter wakes from a fever to find that his body has had a complete transformation overnight. Maguire gives Parker bug-eyed amazement and excitement as he discovers his powers. In perhaps the most eloquently composed moment of dialogue in any script this year, Peter pauses, having crawled halfway up a building with his bare hands—he looks down and says, “Woooo hooooo!”

But Maguire also imbues Parker with something else that shows how perceptive he is as an actor. He gives Parker fear. Real fear at seeing his suddenly muscular frame, fear of his new ability to dodge blows in a fight and to fight back with gusto. Further, there is the fear of responsibility … of all the things that he can do for people who cannot stick up for themselves. This is a young man we care about 30 minutes into the movie. This is not your typical cartoon-based action movie.

Maguire’s is one of two great performances in Spider-man. He makes the movie a rare treasure—one of those adventures where the hero is more interesting than the villain. Can you think of others? Indiana Jones, perhaps. Star Wars. Batman, dark and strange as he is, is never as interesting as the Joker, the Riddler, and Catwoman. Villains have an easy time being interesting. Heroes are principled, mannered, with rules to follow. But Parker is like the scrawny Little League player who gets up to bat at the bottom of the ninth; you’re on the edge of your seat because you’re hoping against hope that the little guy will win out in the end. You’ve been Peter Parker at some time in your life…the reject, the underdog, the intimidated kid groping for confidence. You’re rooting for him.

But you also just love to watch him fly around the city like some sort of Urban Tarzan, casting the next web just as he comes to the end of the last. Director Sam Raimi whets our appetites with these brief but exhilarating rollercoaster rides through the air. The crowd was visibly enthralled each time.

I sincerely hope that the sequels offer a lot more of the web-swinging.

I also hope they come up with better special effects. If James Cameron had directed the film—and he almost did—he would have settled for nothing less than photo-realistic Spider-man careening through the air. Raimi’s film only achieves that a couple of times, and one comes as the film’s final shot. Jurassic Park came out nine years ago, folks. Maybe the studio needed to give the FX folks more time. If Crouching Tiger could make us believe warriors could fly, surely Spider-man could have done just as well. It doesn’t.

Cameron would have given us a romance with more vitality. This one smacks of Hallmark Card sentimentality. Peter is forced to give speeches full of sap and goo. If these declarations of love were translated to a comic book, the thing would be as thick as War and Peace. Kirsten Dunst plays Mary Jane with as much charm as she can, but Cameron would have given her more room to make the character compelling.

A different film composer would help as well. Danny Elfman’s soundtrack is derivative and unremarkable. And I say that as a big fan of Danny Elfman. How could the guy who brought such memorable themes and moods to Edward Scissorhands, Batman, and Midnight Run, turn in something so unremarkable and derivative? Maybe he was in a hurry. There’s a certain recycled feel to that ominous anthem-less accompaniment.

May I make one more request? If Sam Raimi can get an actor as good as Willem Dafoe to play the villain, he should let him act! Half of the time here, Dafoe is encased in a costume that keeps us from seeing his face. When he takes off the mask, he’s brilliant. With the mask on, he looks like one of those poor college kids earning money at Disneyland by putting on an extra-large head. (One of my moviegoing friends came up with that comparison… can’t remember who. Sorry.)

Spider-man offers two solidly entertaining hours. The first is engaging, interesting, and even moving. The second gives up on character development and shoulders the burden of genre conventions. It turns into the usual good-guy/bad-guy showdown.

But there’s a problem. Dafoe’s Green Goblin has already carried out his revenge on his enemies. Spider-man didn’t stop him. So what is his motivation to continue stirring up civil unrest? Why bother with Spider-man? Does he have a complex that says there’s only room in this town for one masked super-person?

The joys of the first hour fade as Goblin and Spidey engage in a bunch of boring face-offs, during which Spider-man’s “spider-sense,” which warns him about oncoming danger, mysteriously stops working without explanation.

There are other plot problems, and they become distracting:

• How could Spider-man’s identity possibly remain secret? Parker wore no mask when he shot webs all over the school cafeteria, and performed superhuman feats in a fistfight before a crowd of witnesses. He also took off his mask in front of people at the wrestling arena, where he was seen performing all manner of spidey-tricks.
• And why isn’t anybody investigating the deaths of the OSCORP board members? The culprit should be easily discovered, since he was just fired from the company and left a good deal of telltale clues to his identity at the scene of the crime.

But on the strength of a few scenes, Spider-man overcomes its weaknesses.

• When Parker discovers his powers, the film gets giddy and fun.
• When Parker designs his costume, I feel a thrill… it takes me back to my 8-year-old self, drawing costumes of the superhero I wished I could be.
• Willem Dafoe has a fantastic scene when his personality splits in two, his evil half gloating and manipulating the weaker, cowardly half while staring at himself in a mirror. Dafoe milks the moment for all it’s worth, and it’s pure over-the-top pleasure. It’s hard to believe this guy ever played a convincing Jesus Christ.
• In a rainy alley, when Mary Jane survives an attack by potential rapists, she shares a kiss with Spider-man that ranks among the most sensual and delicious kisses ever filmed. Man oh man. Perhaps the best kiss since C-3PO interrupted Han and Leia in The Empire Strikes Back.

In these moments, you can taste how good the movie might have been.

Complaints aside, Spider-man is well worth seeing. This is one of those rare adventure movies in which character, not violence, is the backbone of the film. “With great power comes great responsibility,” says Uncle Ben, and the words ring in Parker’s ears, steering him onto a path that will make him a hero. It’s the main theme of the entire super-hero genre, and of many other more significant works of art as well. We want to see Spider-man beat the snot out of the bad guys, but Parker is too soft-hearted for that. He asks us to focus on saving the good folks instead of executing the bad folks. He’s an honorable and fantastical role model in a world that glorifies violent revenge.

And that’s worth celebrating. Regardless of shoddy special effects.

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Director – Sam Raimi
Writer – David Koepp, based on the Marvel comic book by Stan Lee and Steve Ditko
Director of photography – Don Burgess
Editor – Bob Murawski and Arthur Coburn
Music – Danny Elfman
Production designer – Neil Spisak
Visual effects designer – John Dykstra
Producer – Laura Ziskin and Ian Bryce

Columbia Pictures. 120 minutes. Rated PG-13.

STARRING: Tobey Maguire (Spider-Man/Peter Parker), Willem Dafoe (Green Goblin/Norman Osborn), Kirsten Dunst (Mary Jane Watson), James Franco (Harry Osborn), Cliff Robertson (Ben Parker), Rosemary Harris (May Parker), J. K. Simmons (J. Jonah Jameson), Gerry Becker (Maximilian Fargas), Bill Nunn (Robbie Robertson), Jack Betts (Henry Balkan), Stanley Anderson (General Slocum) and Ron Perkins (Dr. Mendel Stromm).

Tags: Recommended Audience: Teens and Up, Review Archive - S

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