于是偶估计你那时候睡着了，哈哈
ps：西湖电影院据说很烂，21楼小心了
发挥一下英语系的优势
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Tobey Maguire plays the title role in “Spider-Man 3,” which kicks off the summer movies season.
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Published: May 4, 2007
If ever a movie had a case of the blues and the blahs, it’s “Spider-Man 3,” the third and what feels like the end of Sam Raimi’s big-screen comic-book adaptations. (Ready or not, the studio is talking about a fourth.) Aesthetically and conceptually wrung out, fizzled rather than fizzy, this latest installment in the spider-bites-boy adventure story shoots high, swings low and every so often hits the sweet spot, but mostly just plods and plods along, as if its heart were pumping tired radioactive blood.
Maybe it’s middle age. In fictional terms Spider-Man a k a Peter Parker a k a Tobey Maguire looks like he’s pushing 23, but there’s something about the guy that shrieks midlife crisis. Peter is still hitting the books and still snapping photographs for The Daily Bugle, run by the flattop blowhard J. Jonah Jameson (J. K. Simmons, in clover, as usual). It’s a living, kind of, enough for an enviably situated dump in Manhattan with artfully peeling walls and a fabulous picture window through which Peter regularly bounds into the air in full superhero drag. (The neighbors in this part of town evidently always keep the blinds drawn.) It’s a calling, sort of, though it’s also started to feel a bit like punching the clock.
The programmatic screenplay credited to Mr. Raimi, his brother Ivan Raimi (a third Raimi brother, Ted, plays a tiny role in the picture) and Alvin Sargent certainly feels more like work than play. The big selling point in “Spider-Man 3” is that Spider-Man or Peter or some combination of the two discovers his so-called dark side when an inky extraterrestrial glob (a symbiote in Marvel-speak) spreads its gooey tentacles over his body, turning his suit and soul black. Though there’s something dubious about the idea that black still conveys evil in our culture, pop or otherwise (tell it to Batman and Barack Obama, for starters), the idea of messing with Spider-Man’s squeaky-clean profile, smearing it with dirt, a touch of naughtiness, seems too good to resist.
It’s also too good to be true. There’s no knowing if the problem is bottom-line reserve, or a lack of imagination or creative nerve, but Spider-Man’s voyage into darkness turns out to be little more than an overnighter. The goo transforms Spider-Man, but the alteration barely registers. There’s some wacky, misguided nonsense involving Peter’s super-inflated ego and Mr. Raimi’s apparent desire to direct a musical, as well as fleeting nastiness with a resurrected foe, Flint Marko (Thomas Haden Church), recently escaped from prison. Marko has the makings of a super-antagonist, and Mr. Church brings a touching delicacy to the few short scenes in which you can see his face, the skin pulled back so tightly that you fear his jagged cheekbones might pierce right through.
With his hard-body physique and a striped shirt that evokes a 1930s chain gang, Marko also feels and looks like a fugitive from an earlier era, one of the film’s many such nostalgic flourishes. Marko’s earthbound trudge makes it seem as if he’s dragging a literal ball and chain, not just the baggage of a sick daughter and a cranky missus (Theresa Russell, in and out like the Flash). And when he rises from a bed of sand after a “particle atomizer” scrambles his molecules, his newly granulated form shifts and spills apart, then lurches into human form with a heaviness that recalls Boris Karloff staggering into the world as Frankenstein’s monster. There’s poetry in this metamorphosis, not just technological bravura, a glimpse into the glory and agony of transformation.
It’s this combination of exaltation and dread that can come with radical life change that made the first film work as well as it did. The first “Spider-Man” never soared, but there was something very appealing about the image of a skinny, geeky adolescent struggling to rise to the occasion of his newfound powers, like a 97-pound weakling tiptoeing on the beach after getting with the Charles Atlas program. Part of the allure of superheroes, of course, is how they serve as wish fulfillments for the faithful, allowing their mild-mannered fans to settle scores and snare the babe by proxy. But nothing seems to put a damper on interesting self-doubt faster than fame, or so this film and its lead character both seem intent on proving.
Success may not have spoiled Mr. Raimi as it has Peter Parker, but it seems as if it has zapped his gracious good humor, which was so critical to the first two films. The story this time unfolds as a series of increasingly dreary and teary melodramatic encounters regularly interrupted by special-effects-laden fights. As it happens, the over-all shape does recall a Busby Berkeley musical — snappy story, lavish number, snappy story, lavish number — but without the snap or fun. Peter ignores his girlfriend, Mary Jane (Kirsten Dunst), so she reaches out to her friend and his frenemy, Harry Osborn (James Franco), a k a Son of the Green Goblin (Willem Dafoe, revived in flashback), while Peter turns to his Aunt May (Rosemary Harris), who shovels the manure with grace.
And so it goes as the Sandman cometh and goeth and a twerp named Eddie Brock (Topher Grace, running fast with a small role) throws a couple of monstrous hissy fits. Bryce Dallas Howard shows up to smile at the camera, as does a marvelous Bruce Campbell, who almost swallows it whole. Ms. Dunst looks a bit lost, at times even bereft, but you want to catch hold of her story line and follow her home. When she tramps across the screen, this wispy, sad-eyed beauty turns into Melancholy Girl, able to melt hearts in a single glance. For his part Mr. Maguire needs to stop relying on those great big peepers of his: simply widening your eyes to attract attention does not cut it when you’re over 30.
It’s hard not to think that Mr. Raimi would rather follow Ms. Dunst to wherever her story might take them too. And while Marko is mainly around to show off the franchise’s snazzy special effects, it feels as if the director has put quite a bit of himself into the Sandman, whose struggle to find a form that suits his talents has the sting of a metaphor. The bittersweet paradox of this franchise is that while the stories have grown progressively less interesting the special effects have improved tremendously, becoming at once more plausible — when Spider-Man swings through the urban canyons he finally looks almost real — and more spectacular. In Sandman you see the vestiges of Mr. Raimi’s personal touch slipping through a nearly empty hourglass.
“Spider-Man 3” is rated PG-13. (Parents strongly cautioned.) Some gun violence and blood, but mostly lots of zap, pow, wham.
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头大
以下评论有透露部分情节，没看过片儿的酷儿们，请绕道：）
朋友看过之后说没有蜘蛛侠2来的精彩。
我觉的缺陷在于蜘蛛侠三有很多情节没有交代清楚。
例如那个外星球的物质为什么怕钟声？
甚至还穿插了新的对手，沙人（姑且这么叫他）。
后来丫被感悟之后就像沙尘暴一样飘走了。
这结局我自个儿都不能接受。
不过整个来讲，我给它打70分。
它是整个暑期强档大片的序幕。
后面精彩的还很多。
以下是引用鱼鱼在2007-5-6 23:16:11的发言：
以下评论有透露部分情节，没看过片儿的酷儿们，请绕道：）
后来丫被感悟之后就像沙尘暴一样飘走了。
这结局我自个儿都不能接受。
re，丫突然悟道、参禅了吧，那飘也飘得颇有佛道之风，core，那个矫情啊
最近的《看电影》上的评价却狂高的说，还好imdb上的分下来了，前几天的8分+真是太没天理了
啊,那个报社boss 演过O.Z.? 我只看了第一季,没印象 应该不是第一季里的人物…
那个房东演过 黑店狂想曲 也没看出来 呃 记忆力超级差… 都记不得 黑店狂想曲 里房东长什么样子
了
观此片最大的兴奋是 看到了 six feet under 里演George(就是这里面的警察局长)和
演那个gay priest(就是那个歌剧副导演之类的那个)的两个演员
都是配角 很兴奋 哈哈 gs 赚钱,nnd
好看好看~~不过美男被毁容了又死了~捶胸顿足啊~~~~
那个啥
奥斯卡的爆火花依然那么难吃……怀念UME——……
不明白为啥这么多人对这个muscle boy感兴趣。。。
没看
等DVD
以下是引用Valandil在2007-5-5 0:36:10的发言：
发挥一下英语系的优势
从NYtimes上截下篇文章，没仔细看，等待大家检阅
Tobey Maguire plays the title role in “Spider-Man 3,” which kicks off the summer movies season.
窗体顶端
Published: May 4, 2007
If ever a movie had a case of the blues and the blahs, it’s “Spider-Man 3,” the third and what feels like the end of Sam Raimi’s big-screen comic-book adaptations. (Ready or not, the studio is talking about a fourth.) Aesthetically and conceptually wrung out, fizzled rather than fizzy, this latest installment in the spider-bites-boy adventure story shoots high, swings low and every so often hits the sweet spot, but mostly just plods and plods along, as if its heart were pumping tired radioactive blood.
经典评论~
以下是引用混元金斗在2007-5-4 23:42:54的发言：
于是偶估计你那时候睡着了，哈哈
ps：西湖电影院据说很烂，21楼小心了
re，看哈三的时候居然大灯暴了。。。巨汗
崩溃........
汗,这个报社boss是那个被律师弄吓眼睛 吃大便的那个麽…
有点象 又没那么象呀 还是不是第一季的人物
98此男竟然能打出9.5分，无语啊...其实个人一直不大喜欢《蜘蛛侠》，可能只是肤浅的因为男女主角都暴丑的缘故
但客观上讲，前两部蜘蛛侠还是不错的，不过3实在乏善可陈，个人最多给个6分
特效方面，《蜘蛛侠2》要正很多，空中的飘荡、适度港化的动作尤其漂亮，几个重头场景（如阻挡火车、和章鱼人的pk）都很精彩；而《蜘蛛侠3》，hoho，虽然反角一下加到仨，却个个面目模糊；蜘蛛侠本身相较起2来，也应说是退步了，让人一振的ms只有一个空中穿越乱石往下俯冲的场景，腾挪移动层次分明，用蛛丝甩开石块及借力坠石往下俯冲也设计的很聪明很漂亮....其他的ms就普通的近乎平庸了，比如那超级赛亚人般的空中乱殴、比如那数码意味充溢而出的沙人...而摄影方面，关于摄像机的移动问题，偶觉得更适合向伟大的《卧虎藏龙》提——《蜘蛛侠3》里的那些大多毫无质感的空中镜头，会有几个是实拍的啊？
但是，但是，《蜘蛛侠3》假如只是特效方面的踏步不前，那它也不失为一部娱乐佳作；最大的问题出在文戏方面的越俎代庖；由于情感戏、心态刻画的不恰当着墨，使得片子整体的节奏极度糟糕；假如《蜘蛛侠1》在这方面成功地刻画了一个形象饱满的人性化英雄的话，那《3》就是过犹不及的另一名副其实的注脚；若在欣赏一部商业大片的时候会让人产生看某些文艺片时的不耐烦状态，那主创们就实在该反省是否太面面俱到了——《蜘蛛侠3》是典型，文戏部分拖沓不堪，结果弄巧成拙，显得尤其的矫情与肉麻；于是整体看来尴尬无比，观影过程也时不时的会有昏昏欲睡之感，这才是《蜘蛛侠3》最让人崩溃、难以忍受的地方。
配角方面，报社boss是《监狱风云》里的一个囚犯、房东ms是《黑店狂想曲》里的黑店老板，这两人的另类精彩确实抢戏不少；至于franco和那个报社新丁，倒都是值得hc的对象，但硬要说到演技，《蜘蛛侠》系列应该不是赞扬他们的地方。
沙人最后浪子回头、随风而去，顿悟似的禅意十足、生硬的惨不忍睹，和片子氛围极其不搭...但愿只是个续集的蹩脚铺垫了