I’m not sure what I was expecting from Spider-Man 3, some entertainment certainly, maybe a reasonable amount of action and suspense and so on. I shouldn’t really be that surprised that it was rubbish.
I know you’re supposed to go into ‘blockbusters’ and not think about what’s happening, you’re supposed to suspend belief for two hours or so and stop looking for any meaning beyond “CRASH! BOOM! GOOD GUYS WIN!!!1one!” but I can’t help myself. Being repeatedly beaten about the head by the same clumsy symbolism doesn’t help either.
What irked me most, aside from the ridiculous jazz section in the middle, and there is one, is that this was yet another film where you have to have a ‘YAY AMERICA!’ moment rammed down your throat, billowing flag and all. We get it ok? The rest of the world understands that it’s supposed to be filled with awe at just how amazing America is, that it’s the last bastion of everything noble and good in a darkening world, but why, oh why, is it necessary for nearly every big budget film to feature a moment designed to do nothing more than drive this ridiculous fantasy home?
Even accepting the American market is the largest for English speaking films and that they’re targeted accordingly, surely even the native audiences aren’t so blindly jingoistic as to require this sort of chest-thumping shite in every film they watch. Certainly the Americans that I know aren’t.
So what’s it for and who makes the decision that every major US film should feature a vignette illustrating just how utterly amazing it is to be American? What’s the fucking point?
Still. Transformers 
I totally agree. I also didn’t like the closeup of MJ’s arm at the end.
I especially didn’t like the jazz bit. I like jazz. I even believe I can play a bit of jazz from time to time, but I hated that bit.
I couldn’t wait to get out of the cinema.
I didn’t expect that at all.
James, go and see Blades of Glory! That’s a film!
Don’t talk to me about America James, I might get angry.
Would I not like you when you’re angry?
Also, Blades of Glory = no.
I don’t go green and start wearing orange pants if that’s what you are implying! You might like that though.
I have no preference for orange pants one way or another.
(Unless they are attached to Monsieur Jarrold, of course.)
Your’e an indifferent pant colour lover. As long as grey isn’t involved I guess.
Lucy. Stop it, we don’t talk about that here (or ever).
Jez. Unless they’re meant to be grey otherwise, eww.