May 6th, 2002


The Amazing Spiderman

I think I walked through a movie set this morning. I'm not exactly sure, but the police barricades, cameras, and cars parked up on the sidewalk seem to lead me in that direction of thinking. Keep your eyes peeled, America. I might have a walk-on in some upcoming political thriller. I can't think of any other kind of movie that would be being shot here.

I need to say nothing more of my weekend other than that I saw Spiderman. I just hate how going to see movies on the big screen involves seeing them with other people. Not so much people I came with, but clever fourteen year olds who somehow have connotated sitting in a large room with a large group of people means it's time for some call and response audience participation. For example, the opening lines in which Peter Parker said something to the effect of "If someone told you I have a normal life, they lied", one of the sharper needles in the haystack called back "no they didn't". Or at the end, when the love story between Peter and Mary Jane comes to its sexually tensest climax, another future comedian blurted, "you ain't got no game!" It wouldn't bother me so much if this behavior was being exhibited by children and children only; they're children, after all. But these childish expressions were more often being yelled out by people who are techincally able to vote. Worst yet, many of these witty quips were coming from the supervisor of a large group of middle school-aged children in the front. If you bring a group of fifty twelve-year-olds out in public, you should be shot. If you encourage them to behave in such a manner that they may be influencing the good time of the people around them, you should be drawn and quartered.

The best comment, however, came from the two mid-to-late twenties guys sitting behind me, who, with about twenty minutes left to the movie, snorted and observed, "geez...they're sure leaving room for a sequel."

Please do not let my hatred for the general public lead you to belive that I didn't like the movie. I just can't wait to watch it in the privacy of my own home, or at least the Drafthouse, where a certain degree of distraction is par for the course. Witnesses will attest that I spent most of the movie staring wide eyed and clapping my hands with my fists closed because I couldn't help but not clap but I didn't want to contribute to the distractions. Tobey McGuire's geek persona as Peter Parker is among the best geeks ever to be on screen. He was able to get across the geeky social awkwardness without resorting to falling down or repeatedly pushing up his glasses. The special effects were seamless. The use of color was brilliantly comic-booky. Even the hokey comic-booky stuff was forgiveable, since the whole movie was probably the best moving picture comic book since Dick Tracy. You *expect* comic book stuff from it.

My limited knowledge of Spiderman has me remembering him as more of a smartass, though. I expected a little more cocky banter. This may be to show off his new guy jitters, and he'll be tossing out more one liners in the future movies. I will probably regret having said that, however, as I'm sure if my prediction comes true, I'll be cursing how they ruined the second Spiderman with all the "Hasta La Vista, Baby"'s. Fearing that, I appreciate the understated Spiderman a little more.

If this is a sign of things to come, it's going to be a great movie summer.
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Raising Arizona is on Comedy Central

Last night I get a phone call from bobwhite asking me what those pink furry sweaters girls wear is made from. This is unusual, since he normally calls to tell me about something on TV that I would probably want to watch.

After I told him I think he's thinking of angorra, he brings the conversation to a close and we hang up.

A few minutes later I get a call saying I kick ass.

I love phone calls from Bob. Short and to the point.
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