I find Joey Q hubris absolutely astounding. This story is the emotional equivalent of having the guy that dick slapped you a year ago force his way back into your life to explain the emotional necessity of being dick-slapped and then trying to convince you why are probably a better, in fact more liberated, person because of it. Its truly amazing. What is ironic is that for whatever passions this story inflames the narrative itself is coldly mechanical. Its not that this story isn’t nauseatingly crammed with overly emotionally affected scenes but that the emotional scenes don’t seem to be arising from the necessity of the story but rather precisely calculated for the sole purpose of trying to sell that these characters possess emotionally rich lives. “Look how conflicted and strained Mary Jane looks. Its because she’s a COMPLEX character!” Its all dribble.