Here's the original drawing for last week's Spider-Man: Turn off the Dark billboard, prior to its skewing and coloring.
Spidey with a mouth, even a smiling one, creeps me out. I definitely colored in his pupils as a kid, though.
By the way, I saw the show with some visiting friends, and...it ain't bad by any measure. It's plenty insane and wrapped up in its own grandeur. I was zoning out throughout the musical numbers which are best summed up as "Bono bono wail crash" but the cast and crew were great. The stunts were fantastic, and there was a real sense of mutual investment between the stars and the audience. I guess when enough of your friends snap their femurs, you're out to make their sacrificed careers worthwhile.
Anyway, it's basically a wonderful Spider-Man musical play followed by a second act that should not, no, should not exist. All the Spider-Man parts are great and true, though there's this weird sort of tortured humanitarian schtick on Norman Osborn, who's a lot more like the movie's idea of Dr. Octopus influenced by the military. If you took everything related to Arachne and U2 out of the script you'd have a fantastically non-wanky Spider-Man play. Instead you get Spider-Man superimposed with drab music and a Greek mythological Mary Sue.