The Amazing Spider-Man 2

In my recent review of Captain America: The Winter Solider, I took a moment to appreciate how Marvel Studios/Disney really seemed to understand the core nature and appeal of the character. But with comic book characters especially, “feel” for a character involves more than just knowing how Cap might react in a certain situation—it also carries with it a sense of what exactly a reader (or viewer) will want to see said hero do. It’s a mostly intangible quality that yields very tangible results. If you have it—you get The Avengers (or most of Phase Two of the MCU). If you don’t, you get Man of Steel, or, to keep things on Stan Lee’s side of the ledger, you get The Amazing Spider-Man 2, a badly scripted jumble of subplots whose jostling for screen time only serves to obscure the character who is supposed to be center stage.
Freed from much of the awkwardly executed origin re-retelling of its 2012 predecessor, The Amazing Spider-Man 2 should have more life to it. In his second turn at the helm, director Marc Webb has a solid cast of returning stars and high-caliber newcomers, and a budget befitting one of Sony’s big gun properties. Nonetheless, in many ways this second installment of the rebooted Spidey is worse than the first. How can that be?
Oh, yeah … the script.
The course and dramatic flow of the movie is relentlessly choked off by a stream of manufactured dramatic debris. Will Richard Parker succeed in uploading his super-secret files to their super-secret location?! Can Gwen Stacy escape Oscorp security as she is “slow-chased” around the building?! (Despite the fact she’s recognized, having worked there for a while, the pursuit of Stacy is conveniently abandoned once the scene is over.) Can Aunt May hide her laundry?! (By the way, when Aunt May said she was training to be a nurse so she can help pay for Peter’s college, I heard a few laughs—I assume at how clueless the screenwriter was who thought one makes money while in nursing school.) Incidentally, the answer to many of these manufactured moments is, “Who cares?”