I'm sure there will be people who argue that The Amazing Spider-Man should be evaluated on its own merits, as a work separate from the legacy of Sam Raimi's Spider-Man films over the last decade. And I respectfully ask - after I catch my breath from the hysterical laughter - "You're joking, right?"
Leave aside for a moment the cynical reality that Sony had to make this movie sooner rather than later, in order to preserve its rights to the character after Disney's deal to buy Marvel Comics. The fact remains that we are not even a generation removed from one of the great pop-culture one-two punches in blockbuster history (I'm pretending that Spider-Man 3 never happened, as should we all). We saw what a pretty-close-to-perfect Spider-Man movie looks like. We know that it's possible. And because we know these things, how is it possible to look at The Amazing Spider-Man and not recognize how much it lacks?
It was borderline nuts to start all over with another origin of the character. Nerdy high school student Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield) once again is bitten by a mutant spider that bestows upon him strength, agility and the ability to climb up walls; once again, he learns the importance of taking responsibility when his self-absorption indirectly results in the death of his beloved Uncle Ben (Martin Sheen). Garfield never feels remotely right as Peter, whose evolution from bully-bait, to cocky bully himself, to hero who views his powers as bearing a burden defines the character. He simply seems lost most of the time, unable to convey the way Maguire could either the exuberance of discovering his powers or the naked adoration for his lady love (Emma Stone) that could be his undoing.
In both Garfield and Stone's defense, that's probably because The Amazing Spider-Man feels as though its three credited editors were working on separate movies in separate rooms without ever talking to one another. Huge chunks of crucial exposition appear to be missing, providing no true anchor to the relationships and no natural buildup to the big action sequences. Good film performances are often found in the editing room as much as they're found on camera, and there are precious few moments here when director (and Madison native) Marc Webb allows his performances to breathe long enough for any emotional connections to develop.
The greatest concern of many fanboys coming into Amazing Spider-Mman was that Webb's only previous feature - 2009's charming (500) Days of Summer - provided no indication that he could handle large-scale action sequences. Surprisingly, that's one of the few things the film actually gets right, providing a few nifty battles between Spider-man and his nemesis, a scientist (Rhys Ifans) whose experimental serum transforms him into the Lizard. But however memorable Raimi's battle scenes may have been, his Spider-Man movies weren't brilliant because of what they achieved technically. They were case studies in perfect tone - understanding how to give a story full of digital effects a huge human heart.
By the time The Amazing Spider-Man reaches its excruciating final line of dialogue - one that suggests Peter has learned absolutely nothing, and renders all that has gone before a consequence-free trifle - it's clear that nobody here really grasped why those Raimi Spider-Man tales were great. They gave you something that stuck with you, not something the studio is hoping you've forgotten by the time they decide to make another one.