It was exactly ten years and two months ago that Spider-Man first crawled his way onto screens nationwide. Four years, ten months, two weeks and one day (plus or minus a few days) have passed since he scurried into the dark recesses of those same screens. Today the reboot infests theaters everywhere and a lot of us ol’ school Spidey fans are still grumbling over whether such a quick reboot was warranted. I never minded the idea of The Amazing Spider-Man, and not just because of my healthy fascination with Emma Stone. I made peace with the inevitability of reboots and remakes long ago, but that doesn’t mean I forget about their forefathers.
Peter Parker (Tobey Maguire) is a walking cliche; the nerdy high school kid hated by most who’s helplessly in love with the hottest girl in school, Mary Jane “MJ” Watson (Kirsten Dunst). Everyone sees Pete as a loser except for MJ who doesn’t see him at all, his Aunt May (Rosemary Harris) and Uncle Ben (Cliff Robertson) who raise him, and his best friend Harry (James Franco) who’s an outsider himself. Peter’s lame world is literally turned upside down and sideways when he’s bitten by a genetically engineered super-spider during on a field trip. He recovers to find he’s acquired spider-like powers, but with great power comes great responsibility, and a personal tragedy inspires him to fight crime on the mean streets of NYC. Not a moment too soon since Norman Osborn (Willem Dafoe), Harry’s dad and an outcast himself, has undergone a more twisted, destructive transformation.
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