This has never happened to me in a movie before: There I was, ignoring a host of petty quibbles and enjoying the heck out of the unabashed comic-bookish cool of Sam Raimi's summer blockbuster "Spider-Man" adaptation -- then the second the credits rolled, I was overwhelmed by a feeling of bitter disappointment.
Why? Because with the candy-like taste of it fading faster than 25-cent bubble gum, I realized this is a throwaway movie that won't stand the test of time. It's a trifle -- nothing more than a fleeting piece of 2002 pop culture for teenage boys that down the road will seem as dated and dopey as the 1989 "Batman" has become and the 1978 "Superman" has been for a long time.
I expected more from Raimi, whose gift for great cheese (e.g. the "Evil Dead" movies) seems to have been suppressed here by commercial concerns (beyond selling soundtrack CDs, what purpose does it serve to have a performance cameo by hip-pop star Macy Gray?) and by an evangelical adherence to what might be called the Marvel Comics Movie Adaptation Handbook.
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