MICHAEL DAVIS: I’m with the band… not.

Michael Davis

Master Of The Universe, Lord Of All Media, Most Interesting Black Man In the World, Sexiest Man on Earth, Mentor, Writer, Artist, Producer & Uppity.

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3 Responses

  1. Rob says:

    Hey Michael-

    I have been involved in one chat where there were quite a few people who didn’t like the Spidey 3 movie. I really wanted to like this movie. I did love Topher Grace in the movie, and dreamed what the franchise would have been like if he had gotten the role of Peter Parker in the first film. I am of the few who wishes the Venom elements could have been made more dominant in the movie. Yes, Gwen and her father didn’t make sense in being introduced in this movie. And yes, MJ’s character was founded more on the character of Gwen in the comics than Mary Jane from the comics. I did like that the Green Goblin now had a decent costume (unlike the Power Rangers version in the first movie). I do believe that Sam Raimi should never be a writer for Spidey ever again (I say only Spidey, because Evil Dead 2 is one of the greatest movies of all time). Yes, there were great fight sequences and special effects, but they seem hollow without a stand out script to support (much the same, but not near as bad, as the first three episodes of Star Wars). I don’t think Peter Parker was ever as nerdy as they make him at times in these movies (lip synching to MJ at the beginning). The first moment of disbelievability in the movie came when MJ lip synchs her song. I could not buy that she sang like Ethel Mermon. I am really disappointed in the movie, because I loved the first two, and can watch them over and over. All the failed plot points and failed chemistries in the movie, just left me wanting less… All Hail Silver Surfer!

  2. JR says:

    I quite agree that the scene with Stan Lee was the best one in the movie.

  3. John Tebbel says:

    Loved the hamburger story. I remember feeling so privileged at 8 (1959) to sit in the back seat of the Chevy and eat my burger, fries and a chocolate shake that was so thick they had to have specially wide straws for it. I didn't like ketchup or pickles on my burger but I somehow didn't care. They had no ads on tv or anywhere else that I was aware of or happy meals or any "branding" beyond the arches, defined then in fantastic lines of yellow neon, dwarfing the little burger shack beneath. If you were in the front seat you could open the "glove" compartment and sit your drink within one of the very shallow depressions in the sheet metal indicating where a cup might go.