(y'know what would be great? If this story stays big long enough that this title becomes no longer a joke...)
I was struck by a bitter thought today, regarding A.) this unfolding story and B.) the whiny, insecure twits who're still convinced that Peter Parker - gasp! - DANCING!!!! in "Spider-Man 3" is the worst, most horrible thing in the history of cinema. The following is addressed to them:
I hope you're happy now. I hope you're fucking thrilled.
I also hope that, in 2012, when we all get to see whichever "adorable" up-and-coming castoff from whatever the 2012 equivalent of "Gossip Girl" get's picked to don the hip, fresh n' with-it "reimagining" of the Spider-Man costume and do battle with an inexplicably all-important Eddie Brock (Mike "The Situation," perhaps?) under the direction of some hired gun director who's only prior credits are some Puma commercials and 2nd unit on a fucking Lady Gaga video (or just Bret Ratner, same difference really) ...I hope you're even happier.