So…I’ve seen Spider-Man: No Way Home for the second time and I have…mixed feelings.
Spider-Man: No Way Home is a solid movie with a lot of really great moments…if you’re a diehard Spider-Man fan…which I’m not. And that’s where the heart of the problem lies for this movie compared to Homecoming and Far from Home.
Those movies, of course, thematically, felt more fun and funnier. This movie is stuffed to the brim with fan service that paid off with the first viewing in a packed theater full of enthusiastic Spider-Man fans but at home…at times, some of the scenes fell flat. Like Tobey’s Peter and Andrew’s Peter meeting for the first time and having a Spidey face-off. That part was kind of meh. Or the apartment fight which is a good scene but not nearly as impactful as I remembered.
And yet, despite not feeling as much of an attachment as I felt last time to the story I didn’t refrain from crying quite a bit through the second half of this movie. This movie is very depressing. I’m talking go-to-bed-extremely-sad-depressing.
Peter Parker loses so much in this movie, becoming what feels like officially Spider-Man throughout the course of this story. It’s just…a really sad movie.
Now, I will always love the interactions between the three Spider-Men which I still kind of believe I get to see in real life. I mean, their scenes together are so important/impactful, and heartwarming. Oh, I love it.
So, my current verdict about this movie is it’s no Endgame. To this day Endgame makes me feel the exact same way I did in theaters when I saw it for the first time…minus the incessant crying…well, I still cry a lot while watching this film.
Maybe it was because I was watching this movie at 4am this morning but it just did not hit the same. In fact, Spider-Man: Far from Home may still be my favorite of the trilogy. We’ll see in a few months and a few more viewings.
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