New Spider-Man 3 trailer!

Right here. Kind of. After the opening animation on the website, it’ll go to a graphic of a street corner. Click on “Exclusives” and you’ll find it in there. If the fancy animation doesn’t kill your browser. Which it might.

I’ve got to say, I’m a little worried about this one. Unlike most Spider-Man fans, I was never crazy about the Venom storyline. It was a little too high-concept for me. (Even so, there was a while there last year when the best movie of 2006 was the trailer for Spider-Man 3.)

Yeah, yeah, I know. I’m complaining about realism in a movie about a guy who can climb walls and flip around buildings and shoot webs out of his wrists. But the first two Spider-Man movies were so good because they were about the characters, and they had a lot of heart. The movies weren’t about what Spider-Man could do. They were about who he was. Especially Spider-Man 2.

Then again we’re getting another script by Alvin Sargent who, at 76 years old, has a lifetime’s worth of experiences to draw from as he tells yet another tale of Peter Parker, a guy to whom all of us can relate. Even when Peter’s heart is in the right place, and no matter how hard he tries, his best is never enough. And his life would be so much easier if he could just use his powers all the time, but doing so would put his family and friends at risk. Regardless of how out-there the story might be this time, I still expect Sargent and returning director Sam Raimi to deliver another heart-pounding gut-slammer of a movie.

We’re about to find out the hard way on May 4, when Spider-Man 3 web-slings into a theater near you. See you there.

Movie Review: Catch and Release

Last week, Melissa and I saw Because I Said So for $5 at the Cinema de Lux 20 on Hurstbourne Parkway. It was $5 too many.

Undaunted, we decided to continue our Weekly Bargain Movie Experiment of 2007. We’re not looking for the best movies. Only the cheapest.

So tonight we hit up the Greentree 10 in Clarksville. The Greentree 10 used to be the area’s premier movie theater, though it’s a now a bargain house showing months-old movies for the nice price of $1.

Sometimes when you see a movie for $1, you have to give up certain comforts, such as the cleanliness of the theater. In that regard, the Greentree 10 has held up much better than expected. We paid our bucks and took our seats, careful to choose which chairs were the least likely to have been used by a) teenagers making babies or b) a murderer. You know how when someone mentions ants, you start to itch? (Some of you might be itching right now.) My brain kept telling me that my seat felt damp, but it wasn’t. I don’t think.

One cool thing they do before the movie begins is to show mini-trailers for films that are just now out on DVD. So it’s like getting a bunch of little trailers before the real trailers. The one for The Pursuit of Happyness even had some interview footage with Will Smith and the gentleman the film was based on. So that was a nice touch. Then came a creepy 1984-esque “Turn off your cellphones” reminder in a cool, robotic female voice that kept repeating. Scary.

And then came the updated version of the old Cinemark pre-movie cartoon with the animated cats. This time the cats are all grown up and on a date. It’s the worst computer animation ever, as they watch flying candy and giant ice cubes that dive into large cups of soda. Truly terrible. I miss the old cartoon with that terrible song — “We’re gonna party, we’re gonna ROCK! Let’s all go to the Cinemark!” And then Daemon would start cackling maniacally. Good times.

And so began Catch and Release. Jennifer Garner’s character, Gray Wheeler, is at her fiancé’s funeral; he died in a boating accident right before the wedding. And her inner monologue is really well written, and Miss Jenny Garner hasn’t lost her ability to wear grief with a bittersweet beauty. I was a big fan of the first two seasons of Alias and was immediately reminded here of how much I love Jenny Garner. We meet her would-have-been-mother-in-law and her late fiancé’s two best friends, one of whom is played by Kevin Smith.

Overwhelmed by the proceedings, Gray hides in the bathroom. She crawls into the bathtub and pulls the curtain. But then another of her husband’s friends, Fritz (Timothy Olyphant), barges in and donks a pretty caterer on the sink, all while a horrified Gray listens on. This should have been our first sign that we were in trouble; Because I Said So began with sex at a wedding, and this one starts off with sex at a funeral. When the deed is done, the caterer goes back to catering and Gray confronts Fritz just as he’s about to light up a post-coital joint. What a spectacular jackass. And of course she ends up with him in the end. (Oh, come on. As if you had any doubt.)

Catch and Release is named after the fishing term of catching a fish and throwing it back into the water instead of keeping it and eating it. In other words, I’m going to catch you, inflict much pain on you, and then throw you away. As the film goes on, this simple little theme gets more and more convoluted before finally applying to the film itself. The tone is all over the place, and pacing is out the window.

Catch and Release is also packed to the gills with “startling” revelations. The fiancé was secretly rich! But he was funneling a fat chunk of cash each month to a mysterious woman in Los Angeles! And the woman is the mother of the fiancé’s love child! And legally, the kid is entitled to be the sole heir of the fiancé’s mystery millions!

The mother is played by Juliette Lewis, who elevates her game with a few sneaky moments of honest-to-goodness sweetness even though she’s playing a typically weird and wacky Juliette Lewis character. (This time she’s a space-age massage therapist.) She has a massage scene with Kevin Smith’s character that might have been funny and even a little bit sweet … if her kid hadn’t been in the room. Come on! Just another example of how the tone of this thing is all over the place. One second it’s trying hard to be funny, the next second it’s sappy and a few times it’s even a little bit creepy.

Unable to afford her rent on her own, Gray moves in with Kevin Smith and the other friend, whose storyline is so lame that it doesn’t even deserve mention. Fritz, needing a place to stay before he goes back to Los Angeles, also moves in temporarily. Gray starts sleeping with Fritz, which doesn’t freak them out nearly as much as it should, not to mention the fact that they’re always doing it on the couch in the middle of the living room and Kevin Smith is always roaming around the house looking for late-night snacks.

I didn’t like Timothy Olyphant’s character in this; he’s the “suffering artist” type, an amateur photographer who directs television commercials. But I did like Timothy Olyphant, who first impressed me a few years ago as a scene-stealing detective in Gone in Sixty Seconds. He definitely elevates the character and does much better work here than the film deserves.

And of course there’s Jennifer Garner, who’s sweet and lovely and, more importantly, accessible in a way that Julia Roberts never really was to me. I was embarrassed for her through most of this movie. She has a few good moments, but so much of the material is just so terrible.

Like this bit, for example. Fritz and Gray have just done it yet again. It’s time for the new lovebirds — he the best friend and she the fiancée of a just-departed man they both loved very much — to have a deep conversation about the nature of their complicated relationship.

Gray: What’s your favorite color?

Fritz: Gray.

Later in the evening Melissa brought up how terrible that line was, and we agreed that the character was probably named “Gray” just for the sake of that line.

Me: I bet her name in the script was originally “Jan,” and they changed it for the sake of that line.

Melissa: At least it worked better than “Who’s your favorite Brady?”

Other things are annoying. Kevin Smith, one of my favorite guys of all time, is so great at the beginning of the movie that you’re watching a true character and not just watching Kevin Smith being Kevin Smith. But before long they’ve got him doing all the typical Kevin Smith things, like calling everybody “sir” and riffing on Star Wars. Come on!

It’s hard to like these characters and it keeps getting harder as the film trudges on. A good example is the resolution of the storyline with Juliette Lewis and the kid. SPOILER ALERT! It turns out the kid isn’t even the late fiancé’s kid. A DNA test is done, proving that the boy’s father had to be someone else. Juliette Lewis immediately says, “Oh, then it was that French guy, Rafael.” Um, okay. So Juliette Lewis had been accepting thousands of dollars a month from this guy without ever questioning the paternity. And as for the late fiancé, you lose even more respect for the guy when you realize that he never cared anything about the child or Juliette Lewis; he was simply throwing money at the problem to keep it quiet, never making any attempt to know the child. (And yes, it’s stated that he never met the child.) You get to the point where you don’t care what happens to any of these people. You just want it to happen, so that you can go home.

What’s the moral of the story here? Don’t catch Catch and Release, because it will keep you for 124 painful minutes before ripping the fish hook out of your face and releasing you on your way.

And so it is. The Weekly Bargain Movie Experiment of 2007 is 0-2, but I have a feeling that’s not going to stop us. Whammy!

No more Bat blogs

I knew this day would come.

As you know, there’s no movie I’m looking forward to more than The Dark Knight. The Batman Begins sequel — from Begins director Christopher Nolan — arrives on July 18, 2008, and it’s going to be a big one. Christian Bale — who showed us the heart of Bruce Wayne without compromising the seriousness of Batman — returns in the title role. Gary Oldman is back as Lt. Gordon. Michael Caine returns as Batman’s butler and trusted ally, Alfred Pennyworth. Expect to see Morgan Freeman again as Batman’s gadget man, Lucius Fox, who was promoted at the end of Batman Begins to the CEO position in Wayne Enterprises, where he will no doubt steer the company back to the charitable work Bruce’s father, Thomas Wayne, had begun prior to the tragic murder that took Bruce’s parents and sent him on the path to Batman.

Aaron Eckhart (In the Company of Men, Thank You for Smoking) is going to kick 43 kinds of ass as Gotham City District Attorney Harvey Dent. Harvey becomes in the courtroom what Batman is on the streets — an unstoppable force of justice who’s not afraid of the evil machinations that have driven Gotham deeply into corruption. But when Harvey gets acid thrown in his face by one of the bad guys, the injury is so traumatic that a second personality — with its own sick, twisted idea of morality — is released. The result is Two Face, one of Batman’s most classic (and tragic) villains.

Maggie Gyllenhaal — my sweet, sweet Maggie Gyllenhaal — will also appear. Some reports say that she’s taking over the Rachel Dawes role originated by Katie Holmes in Batman Begins. I’m not so sure; I can’t see Christopher Nolan casting someone of Maggie’s caliber for the role that Katie departed. Nolan’s sneaky, and I wonder if Maggie’s not really playing someone else like Selina Kyle, who eventually becomes Catwoman.

And of course we’re getting the fearless Heath Ledger as The Joker, who will be the sinister, evil and terrifyingly intelligent monster here that he is in the comics. (Jack Nicholson’s Joker is brilliant, but it’s also Jack Nicholson being Jack Nicholson. Heath will be the real deal.)

So why no more Batman blogs? It’s because I’m saving myself for the movie. I read every rumor and every script review I could get my hands on for Batman Begins, and as a result I ruined some of the film’s biggest and best surprises for myself. When I see The Dark Knight, I want to know as little about it as possible. Nolan is a master craftsman and trickster — you need only see The Prestige to know what I’m talking about — and this time he’s getting script help from his brother, Jonathan, with whom he wrote The Prestige and his classic debut, Memento. (Nolan co-wrote Begins with David S. Goyer, who wrote Dark City and the Blade movies.)

Last week, “casting sides” were leaked online and found their way onto all of the big comic book message boards. These “sides” are bits of dialogue and character descriptions released to agencies for the purpose of auditions. As much as I want to read them, I can’t. But I did read some of the reactions, and the Batman fans are weeping with joy over how awesome the material is.

Which means that the time has come for me to stop reading about this movie. I’ll still report on official Warner Bros. press releases when the rest of the cast is revealed, but beyond that my Batman coverage ends right here.

It’ll make the movie much more enjoyable when we see it together next year. Cokes and nachos and hot dogs for all.