Oh, wonderful. Just when villains the world over thought it was safe to go back to the cinema it seems that good old Spidey’s coming back — with the ever-youthful (God, I hate him) Tobey Maguire once again slinging and swinging in the lead role.
Don’t get me wrong. As arachnophobic as I can be, I’m quite fond of Spidey. Okay, so he’s not up there with Batman, and he demands the suspension of a hell of a lot of disbelief (I always feel like I could take him with one hand tied behind my back), but when the boy swings, he really swings — and there’s a lot to be said for that.
Another two films on top of the three that have already been made, though? That just seems to be pushing it, from where I’m sitting. But then, that’s Hollywood. Like a three-year-old that gets a laugh, it continues to do more of the same, only bigger — little guessing that less is more.
That said, I suppose the $2.5 billion grossed by the first three films must make it pretty bloody tempting.
I wonder if they’re looking for a writer…
