Then I saw SPIDER-MAN 3, and it all came crashing down. Harry Osborn finally took up his father's mantle as the Green Goblin... and then took a blow to the head and got amnesia. Escaped convict Flint Marko is transformed into the Sandman... after falling into an unexplained sand experiment at a conveniently located particle physics test facility. Gwen Stacy makes her first appearance in the franchise... but only shows up randomly to act as an oblivious homewrecker to Peter Parker and Mary Jane Watson. Sleazy new photographer Eddie Brock arrives to bring Venom to the big screen... but never receives anything resembling character development and seems shoehorned into the film just so fans could have Venom for the final half hour of the movie. Peter is overcome by a black symbiote suit from outer space... and ignores several blatant warning signs as it turns him into an emo hipster with a serious attitude problem. And then it hit rock bottom:
I couldn't believe it, I couldn't understand how Raimi could have let this happen after exceeding expectations with both SPIDER-MAN and SPIDER-MAN 2. Some were concerned before its release that it seemed like SPIDER-MAN 3 had too much going on - with new Green Goblin, the Sandman, and Venom all serving as villains - and that it was going to be a challenge for Raimi to bring these all together in a cohesive storyline, but I gave Raimi the benefit of the doubt because I was so certain that he was infallible. Alas, I was wrong. Instead of a film that seamlessly weaved these different storylines together to form a single narrative, we got a movie that was all ideas and no execution. Like a kid at the candy store, Raimi was trying to cram everything he could into his bag, and then proceeded to try and throw it all together in a two-hour film. It appeared that Raimi had forgotten what made the first two movies great, instead subscribing to the idea that bigger is better and that that meant more characters and more action, with little room for character development. SPIDER-MAN 3 went on to smash box office records, outgrossing both of its predecessors, but it went down as a black mark on an otherwise pristine franchise to most critics and fans.
I can't help but relive this disappointment as anticipation continues to build for THE DARK KNIGHT RISES, the final chapter in the trilogy that has made director Christopher Nolan a household name and breathed new life into a Batman franchise that seemed all but dead after the abomination known as BATMAN AND ROBIN. For me, BATMAN BEGINS is the definitive Batman film because it put the spotlight on Bruce Wayne and gave him the origin tale that he deserved, focusing on the psychological reasons for why a man would spend his nights fighting crime while dressed up like a bat. THE DARK KNIGHT, on the other hand, is considered by quite a few people (myself included) to be the best comic book movie ever made because of it how well it functions as both a thrilling crime drama and a chilling portrait of the times, incorporating contemporary questions about terrorism, justice, and morality. And then there is the unforgettable performance of the late Heath Ledger as the Joker, for which he won the Oscar of Best Supporting Actor, a much deserved accolade for a talented actor taken before his time. So what we have here is the final installment in a trilogy that has re-defined comic book films as we have come to know them. Sound familiar?

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