I will admit that even after seeing The Amazing Spider-Man, I’m not entirely convinced that another Spider-Man trilogy needed to be confirmed as little as 10 years after Tobey Maguire first graced our screens in the iconic red-and-blue bodysuit. But despite the occasional feeling of déjà vu I experienced while watching the film – and in some instances the feeling of ‘Oh, they have so obviously tried to do exactly the opposite in this scene, of what they did last time’, which was equally galling - I can’t say that I wish they hadn’t made this new adaptation. After all, any cinematic endeavor that brings together Andrew Garfield and Emma Stone so that they feature on the very same piece of celluloid is fine by me.
Directed by the appropriately-named Marc Webb, The Amazing Spider-Man reinvents our erstwhile geek-turned-superhero as an emo-geek-chic-turned-superhero, with Andrew Garfield taking over the spider strings. They delve deeper into Peter Parker’s troubled past, which makes his character more believable than in the previous incarnation; and Garfield does brooding teenager well, pulling off excessive sarcasm and bad posture while still retaining his boyish good looks. Emma Stone is captivating as always, despite lacking red hair in her role as the blonde Gwen Stacy, and Rhys Ifans is a sympathetic villain.
This remake is entirely unnecessary, but it’s still good. Although calling it ‘amazing’ would be pushing it.