Harnessing the power of the sun in the palm of his hand is one Doctor Octopus in the superior sequel in the Sam Raimi trilogy. It is in essence what most great superhero movies have replicated since 2004. A hero who must overcome a battle with themselves to save the ones they love. It's a tried and true method of insurmountable odds that Raimi nearly overplayed. You will understand if you've seen this that there is a point of, 'Jeez I get it Peter Parker's life sucks and Spider-Man's not helping things much'. It does work even if it feels heavy-handed at times. Peter starts to signs of depravity opening the character up to the moral ambiguity needed for a certain symbiote to exploit. Alfred Molina is astounding, J.K. Simmons continues to crush it, and James Franco is beyond punch-able for every second he's on-screen and continues the tradition of me disliking every iteration of Harry Osborn I've ever seen. Franco is only a small gripe as well as a handful of others that exist but doesn't detract from me having a really good time with the movie. Now if only I can muster up the nerve to watch Spider-Man 3 one last time.
Review by JasonVIP 5BlockedParent2023-07-02T16:03:39Z— updated 2024-04-13T22:59:03Z
Theme- 8/10
Rewatchibility- 8/10
Acting- 8.5/10
Kinematography- 9.5/10
Time- 9/10
Total - 43/5 = 8.6
Harnessing the power of the sun in the palm of his hand is one Doctor Octopus in the superior sequel in the Sam Raimi trilogy. It is in essence what most great superhero movies have replicated since 2004. A hero who must overcome a battle with themselves to save the ones they love. It's a tried and true method of insurmountable odds that Raimi nearly overplayed. You will understand if you've seen this that there is a point of, 'Jeez I get it Peter Parker's life sucks and Spider-Man's not helping things much'. It does work even if it feels heavy-handed at times. Peter starts to signs of depravity opening the character up to the moral ambiguity needed for a certain symbiote to exploit. Alfred Molina is astounding, J.K. Simmons continues to crush it, and James Franco is beyond punch-able for every second he's on-screen and continues the tradition of me disliking every iteration of Harry Osborn I've ever seen. Franco is only a small gripe as well as a handful of others that exist but doesn't detract from me having a really good time with the movie. Now if only I can muster up the nerve to watch Spider-Man 3 one last time.