Universally considered the worst superhero sequel ever, Joel Schumacher’s bloated monstrosity temporarily derailed Warner’s lucrative Dark Knight franchise when it tried in vain to fill gaping plot holes with a multitude of C-list villains and unnecessarily whiny sidekicks.
Spider-Man 3 never balloons to B&R proportions, though director Sam Raimi’s third installment in Columbia’s cash-cow definitely appears overstuffed. Three villains, two love interests, and one venomous drop of black alien goo compete for screen time in the longest (by 20 minutes) and most disjointed of the Spidey films. Factor in a costume change, multiple musical numbers for a warbling Kirsten Dunst, and an embellished dance routine in a seedy jazz joint and you’re guaranteed plenty for your money, though in this case that’s not for the best.
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