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Chapter 1636: One Billion Dollars 

This summer, Shrek 2 burst onto the scene and dazzled the North American box office. 

And not just North America—its overseas markets also lit up like Christmas, pulling in a whopping $487 million internationally. That made it 13th on the all-time overseas box office charts at the time and undoubtedly DreamWorks' most successful franchise. 

This performance perfectly reflected the global box office landscape: 

• $300 million domestically and $400 million overseas is considered elite. 

• Push it further to $400 million North America + $500 million overseas, and you’re talking top 10 of all time. 

Then… up in the stratosphere, Titanic stood alone, as if from another universe altogether. 

And so the game had been: everyone striving for gold, while Titanic floated untouchably above, shimmering like a god-tier myth. 

Until now. 

Enter: Spider-Man 2. 

Following its North American takeover, Spider-Man 2 unleashed a worldwide storm. It didn’t just perform—it exploded, blowing open the doors to something everyone had quietly hoped for: 

Maybe Titanic wasn't just a once-in-a-lifetime fluke. 

They say: 

• Once = luck 

• Twice = coincidence 

• Thrice = inevitable 

And since Titanic landed like an asteroid in 1997, no movie had come close—not even within orbit. 

People rationalized it: Maybe it was because of the millennium scare. Maybe it was the world’s subconscious way of coping with Y2K anxiety. Maybe it was just a unique, emotional lightning-in-a-bottle event. 

The result? Titanic became an untouchable totem, worshiped but never approached. Hollywood didn’t dare say, “I want to make another Titanic.” That’d be begging to be laughed out of the room. 

Yet behind closed doors, everyone hoped. They waited. For something, anything, to show it was possible again. 

Then in 2002, hope flickered: Spider-Man swung in. 

Though it didn’t topple Titanic, it came close. 

• Its $100 million+ opening weekend? Unheard of. 

• Its North American performance? A heartbeat away from the king. 

And suddenly, old dreams stirred again. 

By 2004: 

• Shrek 2 proved Spider-Man’s success wasn’t a one-off. 

• And Spider-Man 2… oh man. 

First, it smashed North American records. Then, it blew up internationally. Big markets, small markets—even tiny ones with little cinematic presence—were lit on fire. 

Hollywood insiders couldn’t hold it in. The chant began: 

“A billion! A billion! A BILLION!” 

It didn’t matter if it beat Titanic’s overseas record. If it hit $1 billion globally, that was enough. That was proof. 

• That Titanic wasn't a miracle. 

• That the film industry still had that juice. 

• That the future was bright, not just a nostalgic rerun. 

From industry veterans to Wall Street analysts, everyone’s eyes locked onto one hero: 

Peter Parker. 

Could he, like Titanic, ignite a cultural tidal wave? 

Could Anson Wood, like Leonardo DiCaprio, become a generation-defining icon? 

Back in the day, Leo was crowned the last superstar of the 20th century. Now they whispered that Anson might be the first of the 21st. 

Sure, Will Smith was a superstar. Johnny Depp? Check. Even Orlando Bloom and Keira Knightley were flavor-of-the-month stars. 

But Anson? He was playing on a different level. 

And nobody—nobody—gets to choose who becomes legendary. Not critics. Not studios. Not even marketing teams. 

Only the audience decides. Only reality decides. 

And reality was screaming: 

• “Sunflower,” the movie’s original song, topped charts in 63 countries. 

• Spider-Man 2 merchandise? Sold out. Posters, toys, mugs—you name it. 

• Even the original Spider-Man comics saw a massive youth resurgence. 

This wasn't hype. This was domination. 

So, the world held its breath. Even people who didn't care about box office stats leaned in. They had to know: 

Would this movie make history? 

And then, it happened. 

$1.13 billion. 

Not a dream. Not a prediction. Real. Official. Locked in. 

Spider-Man 2 became only the second movie in history to break $1 billion overseas. 

The numbers had been tracked in real time, as if every dollar was a heartbeat: 

• It passed Jurassic Park. 

• Then Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. 

• Then Return of the King. 

Second only to Titanic. But still climbing. Eight hundred million… Nine hundred million… A billion. Eleven hundred million. Boom. Final score: $1.13 billion. 

The moment that final number hit the screen, the dam burst. 

Everyone exhaled, screamed, celebrated, cried, froze. 

History had been made. 

Chapter 1637: A New Era's Benchmark 

1.13 Billion Dollars! 

Finally— A second film in cinematic history has crossed the billion-dollar mark overseas. Finally, Titanic is no longer a myth that cannot be touched. Finally, a film has once again proven the explosive power of international markets, shining a hopeful light on the future of cinema. 

And this time, it’s not just Hollywood celebrating— Media outlets across the globe are losing their minds. 

“Witness history: Spider-Man 2 replicates Titanic’s box office miracle!” 

“Spider-Man 2 becomes the second film in history to earn over a billion overseas!” 

“Anson Wood’s global frenzy!” 

“A miracle reborn—Spider-Man 2 proves lightning can strike twice.” 

“A new heartthrob takes over—the shy nerd becomes the nation’s favorite.” 

“Spider-Man 2 delivers on all the hype and makes movie history again!” 

The noise. The roar. The fever. 

From North to South America, Europe to Asia, all the way to Oceania, Spider-Man 2 is dominating headlines. It’s not just a top story on entertainment pages—this film has taken over the front pages of newspapers and magazines worldwide. 

To be fair, none of this was entirely unexpected. From the moment Spider-Man 2 premiered, industry insiders already predicted this kind of phenomenon. But forecasting it is one thing. Watching it unfold in reality, with undeniable force, is something else entirely. The gap between theory and fact has never been so powerful. 

It’s not just the media—forums and online communities are absolutely flooded with discussions about Spider-Man 2. Everyone's got something to say: 

“Does Spider-Man 2 really deserve these numbers? Is it actually better than Titanic?” 

“Titanic is a classic. Spider-Man 2 is just popcorn fluff. Breaking that kind of record feels like a disgrace.” 

“Why Spider-Man 2? There are countless A-list stars and highly anticipated films every year. Why this one?” 

Voices—so many of them—talking, debating, arguing. 

“I don’t like Anson Wood. He’s just a pretty boy. No way you can compare him to Leonardo DiCaprio.” 

“Come on. It’s just mindless popcorn. Audiences today have terrible taste.” 

“Seriously? Am I the only one who didn’t enjoy this movie?” 

“Young people are hopeless if this is what they idolize—a brainless action flick.” 

“I don’t hate Anson Wood or Spider-Man, but the way this film is blowing up feels fishy.” 

“Anson Wood? Really? You call that handsome? Are y’all blind? Spider-Man is the lamest superhero I’ve ever seen!” 

“Kirsten Dunst’s huge round face ruined everything, okay?” 

“Don’t compare a high school Spider-Man to Titanic. It’s embarrassing. And to call it the highest-grossing film in history? Get outta here.” 

“Let me just say this: Spider-Man isn’t even worthy of carrying Titanic’s shoes. No comparison at all.” 

“Box office champ of all time? What a joke. A full-blown joke.” 

“Big box office? Fine. Every year a few trash films blow up. But surpassing Titanic? That’s just a joke.” 

“Please stop comparing Anson Wood to Leonardo DiCaprio. The only embarrassment here isn’t Leo.” 

Jealousy? Spite? Rebellion? A desperate need to stand out? The louder the global buzz around Spider-Man 2, the louder the backlash. It’s only natural—when something hits the extreme, there’s always a swing back. 

This fever is shaking the entire movie industry to its core. Even professionals in Hollywood are losing their grip. You can imagine the bitter, dark souls being torn apart by envy and confusion, spiraling into madness. 

The storm of criticism toward Spider-Man 2 and Anson Wood has reached a boiling point. 

And yet, it’s precisely because of all these reactions—both love and hate—that the true scale of this cultural wildfire becomes clear. “For the pendulum to swing, it must first reach the extreme,” right? 

Undeniably, the world is experiencing Anson Mania. A phenomenon equal to, if not greater than, Leonardo’s rise during Titanic’s reign. 

Magazines, newspapers, posters, merchandise— Anything with Anson’s face on it sells out instantly. Demand wildly exceeds supply. 

And forget official merch—pirated goods are flooding markets like a hurricane, creating enormous economic value and catching the attention of both professionals and government agencies. The "superstar effect" has returned, sweeping the globe just like it did during Leo’s time. 

In Rome, an independent theater was broken into. But nothing valuable was stolen—only 100 official Spider-Man 2 posters were taken. Later, it was rumored those posters ended up at a high school where a student handed them out to win class president. 

In Tokyo, devoted fans founded an “Anson Shrine”— Not just to show their love, but to pray that Anson would visit Japan so they could see him in person. The crazy part? The line outside the shrine stretched for thousands of people and never stopped. Newspapers and TV stations even covered it. 

No wonder The Hollywood Reporter covered Japan’s obsession with Anson, begging him to visit and promote Spider-Man 2. No wonder the film shattered box office records in Japan and broke into the top three of all time. The power of idol culture is real. 

David Beckham. Leonardo DiCaprio. And now, Anson Wood. 

And it didn’t stop there. 

In Edinburgh, Munich, Madrid, Buenos Aires, Sydney... Even though there weren’t shrines, “Spider-Man Clubs” started popping up everywhere. 

These clubs held screenings, fan events, discussions about Anson’s other films, and news updates about his career. 

Most over-the-top? London. A group of fans dressed up as characters from Anson’s movies and re-enacted scenes from Spider-Man 2. The cultural wave was so intense, his films became a kind of bridge—connecting passionate fans all over the world. 

If that was the end of it, this frenzy would’ve been just another summer heatwave— Like last year’s Pirates of the Caribbean, where everyone adored Captain Jack Sparrow. These trends come and go every few years. Nothing new. The hype fades. Same old story. 

But what’s happening now… Is way more than that. 

This isn’t a summer storm. It’s a global shift. 

Chapter 1638: Turning Beans into Soldiers 

The waves of heat and hype roll in time and again. There's no need to dig far into history to find examples—just last summer, Pirates of the Caribbean ignited a cultural frenzy. 

Thanks to Pirates, Johnny Depp climbed to the pinnacle of the Hollywood pyramid. After over a decade of working in the film industry, he finally had his breakthrough. Everyone knew "Captain Jack Sparrow," but even with all that fame, this Jack still wasn’t the most iconic "Jack" in the world. Johnny Depp still wasn’t Leonardo DiCaprio, and Pirates of the Caribbean still wasn’t Titanic— 

Between the two stood an entire Star Wars trilogy. 

Now, Spider-Man 2 was challenging Titanic’s place in history, and Anson had risen to stand shoulder to shoulder with Leonardo. But riding these waves of hype alone wasn’t enough. 

Because what people were celebrating—what they were cheering for—wasn’t just a movie. It was a superstar. A cultural symbol. 

What we see now isn’t just the difference between Pirates of the Caribbean and Spider-Man 2—it’s the difference between a star and a superstar. 

People finally understood why Leonardo was called the last true superstar of the 20th century, and why Anson was being hailed as the first superstar of the 21st. 

The most striking part of all? The explosion of people mimicking Anson. 

A wave. A phenomenon. A trend. It crept into everyday life, visible everywhere you looked. 

Ever since Anson started collaborating with Dior, he had been making waves in the fashion world. But now, both Dior and the world of fashion were stunned by what they were witnessing. What they'd spent years trying to build suddenly exploded overnight thanks to Spider-Man 2—amplified a hundred, maybe a thousand times over. 

No exaggeration. 

Everywhere you looked, people were copying Anson’s style—from shirts to hoodies, from color combos to overall looks. Anson had become the perfect fashion template. Even his hairstyle wasn’t exempt. In everyone’s mind, the ultimate "dream guy" looked like Anson. 

Style. Vibe. Accessories. Details. 

Anything Anson had ever worn—even just a plain white tee—instantly skyrocketed in value. 

One stat says it all: In July alone, Dior Men’s sales spiked by 1200%. One month of sales surpassed the total for the entire first half of the year. The growth curve was so wild it sent shockwaves through the fashion world. Competitors were speechless—and even Dior was stunned. 

Dior had experienced this kind of frenzy before when Anson first became their brand ambassador. But as they became more confident and proud of their own growing fashion influence, they chose not to renew Anson’s contract once it expired—some voices inside the company didn't consider him essential anymore. 

Until now. 

Now Dior truly understood Anson’s power. If they wanted to be a fashion icon and trendsetter, the path was clear. 

But! 

While Dior's rise was shocking, it wasn’t totally unexpected. After all, Dior had already established itself as a leader in men’s fashion. Anson just supercharged the existing momentum. 

What truly showcased Anson's influence came next. 

While promoting Spider-Man 2, Anson was photographed wearing a dark red hoodie with denim shorts and skate shoes—casual, simple, youthful. The outfit wasn’t part of any official promotional event. The shot came from a candid TMZ street photo. 

No one expected it, but this low-key look instantly caught people’s attention. It had nothing to do with Dior—it gave off a carefree, street-style vibe, and forums lit up with buzz. Quietly, it started going viral. 

Then internet users did a little digging and discovered that the hoodie came from a small local New York brand called Supreme. 

Supreme had been around since 1994, but for a decade, it remained a niche label—mainly popular among skaters and graffiti artists in NYC. Outside that circle, barely anyone knew it existed. 

But after this, thanks to Anson, Supreme could no longer stay hidden. 

TMZ quickly released an article showcasing ten different Supreme items Anson had worn over the past year. 

*And boom—*the internet practically broke. 

Fashion magazines were left stunned: “…Who gave a gossip site permission to do our job?!” 

The TMZ article went viral almost immediately. 

Within 24 hours, Supreme’s NYC flagship store was overrun. Every item sold out. Fans went into a frenzy, cleaning the store out. 

Even crazier? Within a single week, Supreme completely sold out of their entire inventory. 

Everything. Gone. 

This was a tiny, extremely niche brand. After ten years, they still operated on a local scale. Stocking too much meant financial risk, so they always played it safe. Even so, they had slowly built up inventory over the years. 

Now? That entire ten-year stockpile—wiped out in one week. 

The Supreme team was dumbfounded. Outside, crowds swarmed the store. Inside, the warehouse was empty. No one could even smile. They just covered their faces and cried— 

That was real money. Right there—so close, yet so far, all because they couldn’t restock fast enough. 

It hurt. Bad. 

Compared to a fashion giant like Dior, the fact that an unknown brand like Supreme could completely transform its fate just because of Anson proved how powerful he truly was. His influence went beyond brands—his name alone could spark a business boom. 

Fashion. Trends. Culture. Idol. Icon. 

That’s the kind of influence we’re talking about. Not even Johnny Depp—not even Leonardo DiCaprio—could compare. Leo’s fashion sense? Practically non-existent. His appeal was mostly about looks. But with Anson, there was an entirely different kind of charm—something deeper and more magnetic. 

This is what a true superstar looks like. 

Anson was now surpassing even Leonardo at his peak. He was stepping into uncharted territory, unlocking an entirely new level of fame. Everything he'd built up until now was exploding all at once—he could truly turn beans into soldiers. Whatever he touched turned to gold. 

Movie premieres. Fashion. Film. Music. 

All of it. 

Not even Edgar or Eve could have foreseen this. They were thrilled, shocked, overwhelmed—but above all, driven. 

They were taking a leap into the unknown, blazing a trail into a future no one had ever reached before. 

For years, Leonardo was the industry’s gold standard—even stars like Tom Cruise and Will Smith never reached quite that height. 

But now, a shift had begun. 

Anson was becoming the new benchmark. Like it or not, people were beginning to see him as the new standard to beat. 

Even Leonardo DiCaprio wasn’t exempt. 

Anson had reached the absolute summit—and looked down at all the other mountains beneath him. 

Chapter 1639: The Anson Frenzy 

Anson Wood. Anson Wood. Anson Wood. 

Everything that even remotely related to Anson suddenly became extraordinary. It was as if Anson had become the sun, and the entire galaxy was spinning around him. The world didn’t just love him—it orbited him. 

Fashion was just the beginning. 

Cities large and small around the world were rolling out “Anson-themed services”—Anson outfits, Anson hairstyles, Anson meals, “places Anson supposedly visited,” Anson-style breakfasts and drinks—anything to let fans experience "Anson’s life." 

In some countries, people became famous overnight just for vaguely resembling Anson. In France, a man with a mere 50% resemblance to Anson—highly dependent on lighting and angles—was being swarmed by fans, landing ad deals and appearances. He didn’t even have a name anymore; people just called him “Little Anson.” 

That’s how powerful Anson’s influence had become—so strong that it erased someone’s identity. 

Elsewhere, fans flocked to fan clubs just to take photos with Anson's life-sized cutouts—a trend inspired by the “Spider-Man 2” premiere, where fans queued to pose with cardboard standees. What had once been considered a punishment from the studio had morphed into a full-blown cultural phenomenon. Sony-Columbia could only watch in shock and disbelief. The joke was clearly on them. 

And still, that was only the tip of the iceberg. 

In St. Louis, a student watched Spider-Man 2 thirty-seven times. His obsession worried his family to the point they thought he’d been recruited into a cult and even called the police. 

In Mexico City, the film was sold out everywhere. A 26-year-old woman missed out on tickets three times and broke down sobbing on the street—landing her photo on the front page of the newspaper. 

Old merchandise from Anson’s earlier films—long since forgotten—suddenly became hot collector's items. Their resale value in secondary markets had exploded, often fetching more than 100 times their original price. 

Gloria and her friends could hardly believe that the keychains and badges they once bought with pocket change had become valuable collectibles. Just like '90s-era basketball and baseball cards, these originally cheap trinkets had now become modern art pieces—sought-after memorabilia with genuine market value. 

The same was now happening with Anson Wood merchandise. 

This wasn’t just a box office success. The real revolution was happening off-screen—through the unstoppable infiltration of Anson into people’s daily lives. A fashion and cultural wave was sweeping across the globe, and Anson was its epicenter. 

At this point, Anson was no longer “the next Leonardo DiCaprio” or “the new Tom Cruise.” He was Anson—an entirely unique icon. 

The Anson Frenzy. 

It wasn’t a phrase that could fully encapsulate the madness, but it was the best summary of a truly insane cultural moment. 

It was dizzying. Overwhelming. 

And amid this frenzy, there was an unexpected victim: William Morris Agency. 

Fan mail from around the world flooded the agency in waves. Although email was slowly gaining traction, handwritten letters still dominated, especially for die-hard fans seeking a personal connection with Anson. To them, the William Morris Agency was the last known contact—so they flooded it with mail. 

The content? Mostly love letters. Many proposed marriage. 

Some included engagement rings. Others had blank checks. Some sent wedding photos. Others sealed their envelopes with lipstick kisses. 

It was a deluge. 

According to rumors in Century City, the agency’s email servers crashed after receiving over 100,000 messages. But email was just digital data. It was the physical letters that truly stunned everyone. 

Over 500,000 pieces of fan mail. 

That’s right—half a million. Possibly more. 

The sheer volume was unimaginable. Postmen had to deliver them in trucks. Trucks! William Morris staff stood dumbfounded as crates of mail were unloaded like cargo. 

Anson had already left the agency, but his contact info hadn’t been updated—so all this madness landed squarely on William Morris’s doorstep. The crazier it got, the more miserable they became. Their CEO, Brian Swarthorne, was fuming. And it was only going to get worse. 

Then came the punchline: 

Creative Artists Agency (CAA) showed up. 

Kevin Shewin, CAA’s rep, led a team of twenty people on foot (not by car) through two city blocks to deliver an “apology” to William Morris. 

They claimed: “We’re sorry our actor caused you trouble,” “This is part of our responsibility now,” “We can’t expect colleagues like you to carry this burden,” —all delivered with the smuggest, most self-righteous grins imaginable. 

Rumor has it, Brian Swarthorne nearly exploded from rage right then and there. 

Then came the real humiliation: Kevin and his team pushed grocery carts full of letters and gifts—like ants moving a mountain—across Century City from William Morris to CAA headquarters. The entire operation took an entire day. 

Yes, literally an entire day. 

The mail weighed over ten tons, filling four entire shipping containers, which were dumped in a corner of CAA’s parking lot. 

The whole affair was a public spectacle—an absolute power move. All of Los Angeles was talking about it. CAA had just humiliated William Morris in front of the entire industry. 

And no one—absolutely no one—came to their defense. 

Other agencies seized the opportunity to kick William Morris while they were down. Rumors of talent poaching—actors, directors, even agents—spread like wildfire. William Morris was in total chaos. 

In a desperate move, Brian called an emergency meeting and publicly fired five “traitorous” agents to send a message. Not only were they fired, but they were blacklisted with bad press, their careers torched to prevent them from defecting. 

It bought him a brief moment of calm. 

But everyone in the industry knew: this was only a temporary reprieve. 

The real chaos hadn’t even started. 

This was Hollywood—where profit rules all, and vultures circle endlessly. The William Morris Agency had become wounded prey, and every shark, hyena, and scavenger—big or small—was ready to tear them apart. 

The real disaster was just beginning.  

Chapter 1640: The Sole Champion 

Standing by the floor-to-ceiling window in his office, gazing out at the hustle and bustle of Century City—no different from any ordinary day—Brian Swarthorne could still sense a shift. The winds in Hollywood were changing, and the tide was surging toward the camp of the Innovative Artists. 

After this battle, William Morris not only lost the power to contend with Innovative Artists—they now faced an even graver threat: a siege from the other three major agencies. One small misstep could bury the legacy of a century-old institution in Brian's hands. 

A chill ran down his spine. 

Brian couldn’t help but wonder—where had it all gone wrong? 

Maybe William Morris was still stubbornly denying their failure. After all, they had stood tall in Hollywood for over a century. They’d witnessed overnight stardom, meteoric rises and sudden crashes, even seen lonely legends whose glory had faded. How could someone like Anson Wood shake their foundations? 

Let’s not forget—this is Hollywood! 

William Morris had survived the glamour and chaos of this industry for over a hundred years. In comparison, Innovative Artists were still rookies—not even thirty years old. How could a company with such deep roots and strong backing be so easily toppled? Just give them a moment to breathe, and they would bounce back. 

And yet, the harsh reality in front of them was undeniable. William Morris’s stubbornness only made them look more pathetic and disoriented. 

Under this overwhelming pressure, even someone as cunning and politically adept as Brian felt breathless. There was a dazed look in his eyes. 

After all, even industry giants like Sony-Columbia and Warner Bros. had bowed their heads to Anson. The crisis was very real. 

Even worse, the media and public, who had just been gleefully mocking William Morris, quickly shifted their attention back to Anson. 

The legend of Spider-Man 2 was reaching its grand climax under a storm of flashing cameras and buzzing headlines. 

• North American Box Office: $728 million 

• International Box Office: $1.13 billion 

• Global Box Office Total: $1.858 billion 

Boom. 

Like a mushroom cloud rising slowly, the entire world bore witness to history being made. 

"Spider-Man 2, the new global box office champion." 

"Titanic’s seven-year reign has ended—Spider-Man 2 takes its place." 

"A record once thought untouchable, unrepeatable, is now broken." 

"A miracle is born—Spider-Man 2 makes history." 

"Spider-Man 2 achieves the impossible and sets a new global box office benchmark." 

No words could capture the sheer scale of the shock. In moments like these, simplicity conveyed the weight of history. Everything else was left for the audience to experience—getting lost in the echo and afterglow, spinning madly with the rest of the world. 

Haters. Critics. Attacks. 

They still existed, as they always would. But right now, no one cared. Their voices were drowned out by the brilliance of Spider-Man 2. The clowns and cynics were lost in the glare of the fireworks. 

Previously, Titanic held the record with $1.843 billion. Now, that number had officially been surpassed. 

While Spider-Man 2’s comic book roots may have had some influence, and analysts pointed out that Anson’s growing fame in North America hadn't fully carried over to overseas markets yet—limiting its international box office potential—the domestic performance more than made up for it. 

So although Spider-Man 2 didn’t surpass Titanic's international record, it demolished its North American performance, setting a new standard. 

Thanks to that, its global total still broke the all-time record, establishing itself as the new box office king. 

$1.858 billion. A number that now held new power, new meaning. A figure etched into the legacy of film history. 

Bitter voices continued to grumble: 

• “It barely won by a sliver.” 

• “A record-breaker by just a few million? Not impressive.” 

• “To me, Titanic is still the true box office king.” 

• “Adjust for inflation and the rankings stay the same.” 

• “It’s a manufactured victory—hype, not merit.” 

And so on. 

But the more envy, jealousy, and resentment there was, the more Spider-Man 2’s brilliance shone through. It had crossed a chasm that once seemed impassable. 

Those who had witnessed Titanic's global frenzy were now witnessing the rise of Spider-Man 2. That in itself was a privilege. 

Many pointed out: Titanic had broader age group appeal, skewing slightly older. In contrast, Spider-Man 2 clearly drew a younger crowd. 

From a business standpoint, advertisers typically target the 18–49 age group. So Spider-Man 2's youthful demographic might have seemed like a drawback for Anson’s commercial value—but reality told a different story. 

The cultural influence Spider-Man 2 had among younger audiences was reshaping trends. Comic books were becoming mainstream. Anson’s personal fashion and taste were leaving a much deeper cultural imprint. 

Fashion. Merchandise. Music. 

These were things Leonardo DiCaprio didn’t have during Titanic’s rise. Anson, on the other hand, was creating a cultural storm with what some called “distractions.” 

In truth, Anson’s commercial appeal surpassed Leonardo’s—sending advertisers and investors into a frenzy even more intense than that of the general public. 

Because while the public admired him, investors smelled profit—the kind that makes people lose their minds. 

Look at Supreme. Once an obscure brand stuck in the world of skateboards and streetwear, struggling to stay afloat after ten years of business—it exploded overnight because of Anson. 

And the most mind-blowing part? Anson never even signed an endorsement deal. No official promos. Just organic buzz from passionate fans online. A miracle of modern marketing. 

Back then, Titanic made Leonardo a superstar, but the real titan behind it was James Cameron, who cemented his status as a one-of-a-kind director. 

Today, Spider-Man 2 basked in glory, but all eyes were on Anson. From the top to the bottom of the production team—Kristen Dunst, Sam Raimi, even Sony Columbia—they were all just background noise. 

The spotlight belonged to one person only: Anson. 

History was rewritten. 

But the storm? 

It was just getting started. 

The New York Times: “*Anson Wood: A Leader of a New Era.*” 

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