Well, it's all there. I can say that. The standard Marvel schtick, I mean. The hero, the girl--it's almost always that dyad--the sidekicks (generally comedic), the threat to the world--the whole world!--and then the orgy of violence that presumably resolves it all. By this point in the ever-threatened world's history, we've seen this routine over and over again. Appreciation comes, then, from finding pleasures in the minor details of content, rather than the overarching form. Here, you have some mild joys, but probably not enough of them to really make this a major score. Holland is an OK web-slinger, but he doesn't convey the same sense of being put upon unfairly as, say, Tobey Maguire did back in the day. He mostly just seems inept, right up until the point when he somehow manages to square things away. As for our villain, he's just a weasel, not really a Thanos-style superthreat. Honestly, this thing looks to be mostly played out; I'm not sure the next chapter really can have much in the way of story development, apart from raw entertainment value. The franchise may very well be caught in its own web--one from which it may not make an escape.
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