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Poor, misunderstood Spider-Man, the most alienated teenage superhero of the 1960s, gets careful treatment in the summer's first aspiring blockbuster. Mildly cheesy but not overwrought, this long-awaited future franchise is a competent seat-warmer at the box-office table for the two weekends preceding George Lucas's Attack of the Clones.
As directed by Sam Raimi from David Koepp's script, Spider-Man recounts the tale of the fortuitous arachnid bite that transforms nerdy Queens high school student Peter Parker (Tobey Maguire) into a building-crawling, web-swinging, bullet-dodging crimefighter in a red bodysuit of his own design. The mode is action soap opera: Although this masked vigilante soon takes up residence on the front page of the city's tabloids, his most baroque entanglement is the long-running masochistic charade with the girl next door (Kirsten Dunst, sent back to high school after her grown-up debut in The Cat's Meow).
There's mood but no context. Neither the benign mystery-man remembered by the children of the '70s as Morgan Freeman's colleague on The Electric Company, nor the paranoid smart-aleck pride of Marvel comics ranked alongside Che Guevara and Bob Dylan in Esquire's 1965 college popularity poll, the 2002-model Spider-Man is a sensitive typeperhaps too much so to win over hardened partisans of Eminem and American Pie. Willem Dafoe, who plays the villainous Green Goblin, gives his paycheck a welcome campy edge, savoring lines like "You've spun your last web, Spider-Man," while literally taking orders from his metallic green Kabuki mask. Still, he's nearly overshadowed by J.K. Simmons's uncannily iconic impersonation of J. Jonah Jameson, the barking newspaper editor who served as Spider-Man's ongoing nemesis in the original comic.
A Grin Without a Cat
Directed by Chris Marker
Through May 14
Directed by Abbas Kiarostami
Opens May 3
Raimi, never afraid of a cheap effect, orchestrates some superb action set pieces. Spider-Man's swinging trapeze swoops through the concrete canyons of an entertainingly jumbled New York in pursuit of the air-surfing Goblin are nearly worth the price of admission. Indeed, there could easily have been twice as many of these agravitational acrobatic displays, one of which seemingly incorporates Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade, and it wouldn't have hurt for Raimi to slow down the ballet every once in a while, the better to present the spectacle of Gobby and Spidey hilariously voguing against the skyline in their Halloween outfits.
As the Peter Parker backstory recalls the white working-class Queens of another era, giving Marvel's greatest star the full Austin Powers treatment would have been pure Fun City, with a period Spider-Man haunting pop art openings, be-ins, and miscellaneous drug hallucinations. But that's another war. The current one is acknowledged when the beleaguered citizens of New York, some dangling above the East River, express their solidarity against Goblinistic terrorism: "An attack against one is an attack against us all!"
A vastly more elaborate '60s comic book, Chris Marker's three-hour A Grin Without a Cat looks back on that time of tumult from the perspective of the May 1977 breakup of France's Socialist-Communist alliance and, in a 1993 coda, from the vantage of the Soviet Union's collapse.
Worked and reworked, A Grin Without a Catwhich is now having its U.S. theatrical premiere, in 35mm with an English voice-over, just in time for May Dayis a movie of temporal striation. Marker assembles all manner of archival footage (TV reports, guerrilla newsreels, government propaganda, interviews) to create an all-over '60s. There are outtakes from other people's films, as well as material cut by censors. Marker begins by evoking Battleship Potemkin, and although hardly agitprop, A Grin Without a Cat is in that traditiona montage film with a mass hero. Unlike Eisenstein, however, Marker isn't out to invent historical truth so much as to look for it. (The untranslatable French title, Le Fond de l'Air Est Rouge, is a play on words suggesting that revolution was in the air but not on the ground.)
A Grin Without a Cat recapitulates the received wisdom of the '60s and passes it on. The New Left found its inspiration in the post-colonial struggleor what Marker cleverly terms "the Third World War." Vietnam was comparable to the Spanish Republic as an international rallying point; the Chinese Cultural Revolution was "the new 1917." The phrase "revolution within the revolution" explains both Mao Tse-tung's political rejuvenation and the split between romantic Communist guerrillas and orthodox Communist bureaucrats. For Marker, this opposition is exemplified by the now forgotten failed insurgency in Venezuela, although it is Che Guevara's doomed Bolivian adventure that gives the movie its English-language title.
In a symbolic sense, this same conflict was played out in what was then called the Metropolis. A Grin Without a Cat reaches its emotional peak with the hopeful New Left demonstrations that swept Europe in 1967. (A placard prophesies that "the workers will take the struggle from the fragile hands of the students.") But as felt in the tempo of the filmmaking, the tide turns in May 1968: A long, less than exciting section on the various strikes and committees of '68 culminates with the pointless attack on the annual theater festival in Avignon.
A Grin's second part surveys the reaction to the forces that had been released. The selective elimination of revolutionary vanguards includes the Soviet invasion of Czechoslovakia, the U.S.-backed overthrow of Salvador Allende in Chile, the repackaging of American protest as the televised Watergate hearings, and France's stultifying alliance of the left. ("The slowest party to de-Stalinize was then the quickest to de-Leninize," Marker's narrator says of the French CP.)
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