Raimi subverts his own, iconic line here. He can no longer relate to the (extremely real!) problems of Mary Jane Watson ( Kirsten Dunst) without looking at them through a spider's web. The first time we see Peter in Spider-Man 3, he's standing in Times Square like an absolute psychopath watching a big-screen Spider-Man video on a loop. He's officially swinging too high above New York to recognize the everyday issues of the people around him. If Spider-Man is Peter learning that great power comes with great responsibility and Spider-Man 2 is the tragic illustration of what that responsibility can cost, Spider-Man 3 finds a Peter Parker so overloaded on both power and responsibility, he's forgotten to factor in his own actions.
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But the underrated triumph of the movie is the way Raimi-along with co-writers Ivan Reitman and Alvin Sargent-naturally finds a way for Peter to lose himself. Spider-Man 3 is ripe with issues it's over-crowded with villains, the pace is somehow both frantic and too subdued, and James Franco occasionally delivers lines like he's just discovered the purpose of a human mouth. The most important thing to stress about the scene is how hard Peter Parker comes off like a giant asshole, as intended. Folks, it is time that the awkward jazz room gyrations of Emo Peter Parker get their rightful due. And it's also a genuinely clever bit of character work that's unlike anything in the comic book movie realm both before and afterward, offering the kind of layering that the MCU could absolutely benefit from borrowing once in a while. The scene, from Sam Raimi's Spider-Man 3, is one of the most divisive, criticized moments from a film already regarded as one of the genre's most disappointing duds.
Thirteen years ago today, mild-mannered super-human newspaper photographer Peter Parker ( Tobey Maquire) aggressively styled his hair like his mom just dropped him off at the 2009 Bamboozle Festival, put on the same outfit My Chemical Romance wore on the "Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge" tour, and bopped his way down the New York streets to some James Brown, looking about as un-cool as a person can physically look before they literally transform into a Steely Dan cassette.
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