Okay, so I've seen Spider Man II: Revenge of the Dead Guy's Hunky Son. Other than being overly preachy, it has one main fault: it's forgettable. I can barely remember any scene involving the Webbed Wonder (and this is fewer than twelve hours after seeing the film). The only moments that stick in the mind's craw include Doc Ock--his freakish arms, outlandish physics theories, and hilarious transformation into mwoo-ha-ha eeeeeeevil.
Bleargh. Thank goodness for matinees.
(And yes, I know I stand with a small minority of critics. Most of them are blown away by the movie's great special effects--yes, they're wow-worthy--and by its "heart," which mostly consists of close-up shots of teary eyes and pseudo-spiritual pronouncements about everybody needing heroes to... believe... in... *yawn*.)
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