Look, Julie Taymor, we know you've done some awesome stuff in the past. But really, that doesn't give you the green light to go a-maiming actors left and right.

We've been keeping tabs on the body-count of this giant-ass-production-that-could since reports of injuries started popping up early in November.

When we first caught wind of the soon to be premiered pop-culture monstrosity that is Spider-Man: Turn Off the Dark (a.k.a. Wherein U2 Scores an Undeservedly Epic Musical Theater Adaptation of A Comic Book Franchise That America Might Not Be Tired of Just Yet), we were, well, intrigued. But now, we're just downright worried.

If you were like me at 13 years old, you found yourself reading through old Spider-Man comics, wishing that some visionary stagesmith would turn the web-slinging adventures of Peter Parker into a multi-million dollar, Broadway rock opera, complete with a sure-to-be mediocre soundtrack by a once awesome band, now relegated to the desolate halls of "Adult Contemporary" radio.