Someone make me go do my homework.

I don't wanna!

t /whine

Wait, we all know that tag will never close.

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Spidey 2 is better than Spidey 1.

Polter-Cow has spoken.

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Although after last night's "Rescue Me" my least favorite is

Oh yeah, that was harsh. Especially since Tommy's...memfault - does Dean Winters play his brother or his cousin (and did you notice he's now in the main credits)? - who she's shacking up with now ain't much better a potential role model.

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It's only when you were much, much closer to the situation that it became apparent what was really going on, and how much of the provocation was both unseen and totally deliberate.

See, that's the thing. At first I was like, You married these guys! Don't you like them at all?! And then I began to hear more and more about what their husbands would "let" them do, and how they'd asked their husbands to "babysit" HIS OWN kids, etc.

At the same time, I think real husband abuse is often something not taken seriously, maybe because it's more often verbal/emotional.

Insanity! I usually like Willem Dafoe but he was way too broad as the Goblin. Compare and contrast with Molina's soulful Doc Ock.

Maybe. I could be liking Spidey I more simply because I've seen it so many more times than II.

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nods

Polter-Cow is wise.

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I thought both Spiderman movies were kinda silly and boring. However, I have absolutely zero emotional investment in Spiderman, so I kinda expected to be meh about the movies.

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Spidey 2 convinced me to stay in grad school.

I mean, I left anyway, but it kept me there for a few more months!

Random note: I am fascinated by typing. I mean, have you ever typed the word "restarted"? Just consider what the hell the fingers on your left hand are doing and at what speed. It's kind of amazing.

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how they'd asked their husbands to "babysit" HIS OWN kids, etc.

This has been a peeve of mine since I was a teenager. I remember swearing to myself that I'd never, ever say that.

As for husbands not "letting" wives do [whatever], honestly these days, I think that's a I'm-using-you-as-a-cop-out-okay-honey routine, as much or more any attempt by one (modern, youngish) spouse to exert authority on the other spouse. I've heard both husbands and wives talk about their spouses not "letting" them do stuff. My eyes roll out of my head, onto the floor, and out the door, every time.

Everybody (not you all, I mean out there, in the world) should just shut the heck up, already.

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Alfred Molina's huge eyes of infinite regret and sorrow absolutely and utterly killed me ded in Spidey 2. And, of course, the Jesus imagery was custom-made to punch all my cry-buttons good and hard; the fact that they topped it off with a dollop of daddy-issues with the man on the train saying wonderingly, "He's just a kid, just like my own boy" destroyed me utterly. Add in Peter's pain and misery and renunciationcakes, MJ's snarky grace, and James Franco looking all wounded and blubby as he does so very well, and you end up with a movie about which I can have absolutely no objective opinion, all my buttons are pushed so damn hard.

I am, therefore, very, very grateful that P-C has the same opinion, since I don't think he has any of the same buttons.

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THat was Tommy's brother who actually is his brother not a cousin.

Ouch.

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