spider-​man 4, squished.

spider-​man 4 has been killed off with a swift swing of the tried-​and-​tested money-​over-​art blade. sam raimi, the dir­ector of the pre­vious three films, thought the scripts he received for spider-​man 4 were com­plete shit, whereas sony pic­tures thought that he’s an asshole that doesn’t under­stand how important it is to make dead­lines. all i can say is: THANK GOD. con­sid­ering the box office suc­cess of the fran­chise, it never helped the fact that tobey maguire is pain­fully irrit­ating, and that emo-​strut he did in spider-​man 3 really… i can’t describe it. i just can’t for­give him. my tobey hate aside, i’m happy that raimi has some integ­rity. any spider-​man sequel, no matter how fucking ter­rible, will prob­ably make a lot of bank in its first weekend due to the strength of its pre­de­cessors, but over all, will kill the fran­chise much like what happened with batman before chris­tian bale came around.