For most of the movie I was pissed - almost frightened by what was unfolding in front of my eyes. I foolishly fell for the anticipitory hype for Spiderman 3. Feeling that the first two were reasonably watchable, the prospect of a thematically dark
conclusion to the trilogy was enough to get me to the midnight show at Regal.
My basic thought process before seeing the movie: Spiderman, New York City, Summer blockbuster,
VENOM. How can this equation not provide at least an escapist tingle, if not a decent film?Zero stars.

Unless...Sam Raimi's previous trilogy consisting of Evil Dead, Evil Dead 2 and Army of Darkness followed a strikingly similar model: Sincere first attempt, Rehash remake for the second, Absurd comedic parody for the third.
Spiderman 3 was
SOOOO bad, so cliche, so utterly irrelavant - it had to be a joke. A brutally cruel joke on the heard-like minions who flock to these things (hey, I'm one of 'em).
I can only hope against hope that the hidden nugget of redemptive goodness in this crapbomb is a load of insidious parody. Even then, I was originally hoping for a cool, fun flick - ouch, Raimi.