April
30
Spidey Preview
Ok, Nora and I went to see Spider-Man 3 on Thursday night. She adored it. I got a headache, and truth be told, I couldn't wait for it to be over. The movie is harmlessly charming and gorgeously made. (It had better be, at that price.) Nora adores Tobey Maguire, Kirsten Dunst, James Franco and Topher Grace. They sure are easy on the eyes.
But give me something, anything new. That would be Sandman, played achingly well by Thomas Haden Church, and executed with brilliance by Sony Imageworks. If you know anything about VFX, you know that all those swirling grains of sand were---expensive. But nothing tops the last installment's building-side duel between Spider-Man and Doc Ock. There's some tipping point where a big movie just topples under its own weight. It's all too much, too big, too grand. All human scale stops registering.
There are some summer flicks I can't wait to see. I was tired of Pirates last time around, and Shrek too. It's unlikely they're going to surprise me, even though I am always interested in Chow Yun Fat. (Casting has always been Jerry Bruckheimer's great strength.) I'm still curious to see what Paul Greengrass does with The Bourne Ultimatum. And a Brad Bird original --Ratatouille--is irresistible. Evan Almighty with Steve Carell as Noah actually looks funny enough to make back its outrageous $175 million cost--clearly, dinero was lavished on all those digital animals--and a lot of water. Mucho dinero.











































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