Director:
Sam Raimi
Starring:
Tobey Maguire
Kirsten Dunst
James Franco
Alfred Molina
Rosemary Harris
J.K. Simmons
Daniel Gillies
Release: 30 Jun. 04
IMDb
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Spider-Man 2
BY: DAVID L. BLAYLOCK
“I hope you have not been leading a double life, pretending
to be wicked and being really good all the time,” Mary Jane (Dunst) says as
she glances into the dark abyss for her longtime friend Peter Parker
(Maguire). She’s playing Cecily in an off-Broadway performance of The
Importance of Being Earnest, and he’s supposed to be there as moral support,
something he hasn’t been for years.
Superhero and mortal, Parker is the man living Oscar Wilde’s duplicity, the prince
and the pauper, the unrequited and the boor, all rolled into one. He’s no
Bruce Wayne, handsome millionaire by day, dashing masked hero at night --
Peter’s lucky if he makes enough delivering pizzas to pay for his one room
hovel in lower Manhattan. His status in life leaves him depressed as he
walks in his street clothes before donning his webbed costume. The advertisements for
Spider-Man 2 promise a new
nemesis, but what the film really delivers is the same old neurosis.
But even as the self-import becomes deadweight on Sam Raimi’s otherwise spry
sequel, Spider-Man 2 delivers more for the willing filmgoer than
most of the recent offerings in the spate of comic films of late. Short of
hitting the same dramatic cues found in X-Men and X2, where the
depth didn’t feel as overbearing, Spider-Man 2 delivers the type of
well-worn storytelling that has made this a successful literary franchise
for nearly a half-century. With a character so compelling -- regardless of
his more whiny (or worse, the other characters’ tragically omniscient)
moments, I desperately wanted to keep discovering the ways Raimi, writers
Alvin Sargent and Michael Chabon, and, especially, star Tobey Maguire dealt
with the contrivances of the character.
The previous film concluded with the payoff of self-denial and its
resonance was heartbreaking. While Spider-Man 2 falls short of hitting the
same perfect notes for its own conclusion, it does ride this level of
dejection for nearly 2 hours with only the occasional and very welcome hints
of Raimi-style comedy (the best being his Content Peter Parker montage set
to “Raindrops Keep Fallin’ on My Head”). This isn’t quite B-movie material
-- which is Raimi’s forte -- but the filmmakers’ decision to play this film
almost exhaustingly straight is both grueling and compelling.
The headway made with the character -- short of that from the Lee-Ditko
source material -- comes from a pedigree of writing that shouldn’t be
overlooked. Though Chabon is certainly the most recognizable name in the
opening credits -- with a very worthy companion in his novel Wonder Boys
and its young character
dealing with an inability to coalesce his many personalities -- the plume
seems most clearly dependent on the hand of Sargent. Two
decades have passed since he won an Oscar for Ordinary People, but his impression of the
struggle with early-adulthood masculinity still
can be seen in much of today’s cynical bildungsroman works, ranging from Wonder
Boys to The Ice Storm to The Cider House Rules (all,
coincidence or not, starring Tobey Maguire in their film adaptations).
Sargent’s Peter Parker is an wonderfully constructed character
-- the way he
speaks (immeasurably enhanced by Maguire’s dopey, slightly effeminate voice)
has a ring of melancholy, the inner desperation coiling around the words he uses
to convince the rest of the world (and, to some extent, himself) that he’s
happy. More opaque than the mask he wears when saving damsels in distress,
this is his real disguise.
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