Just...wow. I loved it. For a film that is 99.8% super-fast talking and 0.02% minimal action (a bed gets set on fire...of course), it was astonishingly captivating. Maybe it was Jesse Eisenberg's killer condescension (I took notes - Eisenberg, you astound me). Maybe it was because I was waiting for those tiny glimpses of Joe Mazzello in every fifth scene (yeah, he has a ridiculous nose, but I find him adorable and his performance in The Pacific makes me want to cry whenever I think about it it was so good). Maybe it was because I was hoping to see Justin Timberlake get a good smack. Whatever it was, I was hooked. Completely amazing, actually quite fascinating, and enough Andrew Garfield to give me hectic dreams for a couple of nights. Everything I need in a film, really.
And er, yeah, so Andrew Garfield is the new Spiderman. I knew that. What I didn't know was that he was going to look like this: WOAH.