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Just saw it the second time (stayed for the swing version of the title theme at the very very end, thanks for the tip, grant!).
Oh fuck me, it rocks! I welled up again, couldn't believe it after making such a public lip-wobbling pudding of myself back in Leicester Square June '02, but here's where it happened in this movie:
First, in the half-awake dream-type sequence when Pete's considering hanging up the webs ...
UNCLE BEN (dead of course, but this is a half-awake dream-type sequence, cut me some damn slack, bitch!): Take my hand, son ...
But that's probably that whole 'male bonding' thing that always gets to me in movies. Hey ho ...
The other bit that actually brought proper tears to my eyes (and I was sitting next to a burly guy but it's okay cos, like, he jumped at the scary bits, big wuss!) was when Pete rescued the wee bairn from the fire, with no superpowers, no sexy costume, no nothing. Just ran in like a crazy mad heroic fool and did it. Gave the kid to the parents and ran off. Fucking star! Reminded me of that Spidey/Luke Cage team-up story circa 1978 where this building's burning down and they help the firefighters and stuff.
Also, the whole saving the train bit ... fucking hell, I genuinely stopped breathing for a moment there! And I actually really dug the 'Godspell'-esque carrying of the prone Spidey over the heads of the passengers. Didn't quite bring forth tears, but seemed to work much better second time round, seemed to flow better from 'thank fuck they're not going to die' relief emotion to 'they even saved his mask, blub' soppy emotion.
Jesus, I'm so fucking happy right now! I think the central message of the movie (if I may seek to identify such an unwieldy and probably baseless thing) is that most people, when you get down to it, are basically okay. I know, I know, millions of movies try and ram that particular molten bronze droplet of philosophical wisdom down our throats, but here's the thing. Spidey 2 doesn't ram it down your throat. It kind of softly coos it in your ear like a conciliatory lover, subtly offering the promise that everything'll be okay in amongst all the wall-mounted fistfights, moral dilemmas and highly amusing if unlikely 300ft death-falls on to rooftops that result in no serious long-term injury.
Spidey 2 is a mixture of romance, action, comedy and growth drama, and that sounds fucking awful, but blow me down, it works!
Um ... in my opinion. Like, all of the above. |
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