While Benedict Cumberbatch’s original solo outing, directed by Scott Derrickson, delivered a cerebral LSD trip with a sinister inflection, Raimi’s penchant for gore is executed to euphoric effect. His nose for those old Spidey themes of responsibility and power, meanwhile, manifest in the three suitably weighty central performances.
Sure, Raimi’s latest Marvel entry is a theme-park ride, lighter on character development and heavier on gnarly shit that may signal a shift into a darker, more deranged phase of superhero storytelling. But it’s one hell of a ride. See it at IMAX during Art After Dark.