Or, Attack Of The Plotlines. A lot’s been made of the ridiculous busy-ness of this, the first blockbuster of the summer. It’s not something you expect from Raimi, a director famed for his, well, directness. The whole thing smacks of studio interference, which is unsurprising considering it’s the most expensive film ever made. Where did the money go? On the blurry, confusing action sequences? On the solid but frankly b-list cast? On Tobey Maguire’s geek-chic wardrobe? The fingersnapping street sequence is just bizarre, and faintly nauseating. The sheer level of coincidence involved means that, even for a comic book movie, this feels daft and unreal. And what’s with all the crying? How is a guy made entirely from sand supposed to cry, anyway?
by Tom Huddleston | Source: 35mm print
10 May 2007 12:12 PM | Submit Comment
