Harry loses his memory after his attack on Peter and their friendship is seemingly restored leaving him free to hunt down the man truly responsible for Uncle Ben’s death. However things are complicated by his transformation into The Sandman and the appearance of an alien creature that enhances Peter’s negative emotions.
There’s actually a pretty decent sequel hidden inside the bloated, episodic mess that is Spider-man 3. Sam Raimi’s presence at the helm is marred by his inability to resist the keys to the special effects’ department toy shop but the cast are still likeable, the comic relief – and JK Simmons in particular – is still funny and there’s plenty of pacey action to maintain the attention. The big problem is with the script which relies far too much on contrivance and completely implausible coincidence. The most frustrating thing is that it could so easily have been corrected by the complete removal of the ham-fisted and largely irrelevant Venom sub-plot. All the weakest elements of the film are tied up in it from Topher Grace’s terrible performance, to the impossible to believe coincidences, to the frankly embarrassing jazz dancing emo Peter Parker sequence. It’s a shame because this wrecks the second half of the film and just detracts from some pretty decent character moments from Peter, Harry and even The Sandman himself.
Yet another object lesson that in film making, even more often means far less.