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No remixes, all real and recognize that I’m ‘91 like I’m ‘89.

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Consider the name Peter Park-trelli trademarked for use by me. The emo bent, dark clothes and hair flip were close company.

I saw Spider-Man Friday night heading into Saturday morning. 1:15 AM show Friday night sold completely out at $12 a pop which is sky high for anyone outside of NYC or LA. Mind you, this was a special occasion as the arachnid was to be debuted on 80ft of IMAX screen with 12,000 watts of surround to complement. Folks were standing in line for about an hour and could be seen yawning with reckless abandon.

Luckily, to kick off opening night of Spidey and the theater reopening as Regal Cinema, each moviegoer was given a coupon for a free drink (32 oz) and medium popcorn. This wasn’t the bullshit solo cup and brown bag of stale maize I would always get on a field trip or during camp, but the real dealin sex appealin, take your ass to the urinal 90 minutes in setup. Good look from Regal is this more than paid for the difference in ticket.

We all filed in and looked down to see that the show had sold out like James Todd.

The one disappointment came from a sole preview for Harry Potter in IMAX 3D coming later in the year, but we knew why we were there. Movie starts, crowd cheers and it’s good to go.

Now, I’m a comic geek from about 86/87 to the early 90s when the mutant universe exploded and I tailed off in interest around the end of that X-Men era. I got started by a family friend who had a trunk full of the various Archie and Richie Rich comics. Those were my jams.

Archie, Reggie, Veronica, Jughead, Betty, Moose, Midge, Chuck, his dad the coach, Mr. Lodge, Mr. Weatherbee, Ms. Grundy, Dilton and Mr. Svenson. That was the family who kept me reading the Double Digest and Archie, Archie Andrews: Where Are you? Richie Rich was my foray into the life that would eventually upset me when VH1 moved their entire format to celebrity toss offs and label worship.

So…back to the movie. Once the movie started, the strangest thing happened. Aside from scenes where it was cool to do so, people actually shut the fuck up. And they kept doing it till one dude tried to slow clap the movie to a forced ending 2-3 times during the last scenes, which we were cool with.

Honestly, I really enjoyed the movie. It was fun enough for me that I didn’t consider plot holes or inconsistencies that relevant.

Truth:
-Topher Grace was right on as Eddie Brock, though he could have easily been the lead had the world moved that way (n. Diff’rent Strokes, re: to the beat of just one drum, rere: I want a goldfish to name Abraham).
-Kirsten Dunst brings nothing positive to MJ.
-There’s no way that Bryce Dallas Howard came from the loins that at 99.99% similar to both Ron and Clint Howard. She was a revelation and the 10 version of Brittany Murphy if you look hard enough.
-The CGI for Spider-Man in the city when he’s swinging ropes is gangster. Seamless and completely fluid.
-Hate on it all you want, the scene of Sandman being “born” was technologically and visually amazing if you took a second to appreciate.

Consequences:
-Saturday Night Fever sequence went on way too long, same with the jazz bar scene where he goes all Anchorman…HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY AQUALUNG!
-Sandman was far too deep in the periphery to make use of that effort.
-Harry’s amnesia. Come on, even the comics themselves would have never been so corny.

Studios have to be well chaffed to see the early numbers for SM3 and I’m definitely looking forward to this Summer’s offerings.

Transformers and Pirates are for sure. What’s your pick Eberts?