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I had a dream the other night. Uncomfortable and uneasy, I was left sitting in what seemed to be a chair. There I sat, with flickers of discontent seen about the room with every flash from the screen as I fiddled with the zipper on my jacket. Unsure of what to do next, I mistakenly returned my gaze back to the front of the room. Dumbfounded. Frustrated. Angry. Sad.
This was no nightmare; this was Spiderman 3. The only redeeming factor of this film was its eventual ending. An ending which alowed me to flee from the theater, go home and openly weep in ecstasy that it was finally over.
2/10 (generous).
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