Well aware of the bad reviews, my friends John, Deshant, Matt, and I went to see Spider-Man 3 last night. It is indeed very bad, bringing to mind the phrases "tragic farce" and "dangers of excess."
The action scenes were good enough, but in between, the pacing was all wrong. Too much dialog of the forced, on-the-nose variety found on Smallville.
Four times I turned to Deshant and said, "Roll credits." I was wrong every time.
After the movie, we headed for the Carle Place Diner, where John and Deshant impressively managed to eat two large cheeseburgers each. With no one at the surrounding tables, Deshant called our friend Christine in L.A., and in all the catching up we almost managed to forget the movie.