spidermen was a glory-role for tobey maguire and proved the extent of his acting chops. his acting chop were beyond reproach and when he donned the spiderman suit, he really chewed up the role. uncle bens acting was dubious at best, and aunt may, well the best said about that woman the better as she was ugly to look at and listen to, and furthered the postulation that people over 50 maybe shouldn't be in movies. uncle ben annoyed the shit out of me, and i wasn't sad to see his death gibbers. despite my indifference, those gibbers inspired a great rage in maguire, who steeled his resolve thrice over and used that fire burning in his belly to overcome all odds, and submit a glorious takedown on the death dealer. in doing so, he became a death dealer himself, but no one cried over that hoodlums body ohno, especially not me. willem dafoe as green goblin or goby as he becomes known is best reason to watch the movie, his overacting breaks through the firewalls of indifference in my head, like a high candela aldis lamp, and touches and warms my brain lobes in equal measure. to sum up, the movie had many confusing elements which can perhaps be attributed to the source material, hopefully in future they realise sense-making should always triumph over the dubious qualities of comic storylines, and as punishment for their lack of vision, i garnish them with this three star review.