fengypants’s review published on Letterboxd:
A story that we’ve seen so many times before, infused with so much that we haven’t, it’s the rare superhero movie where you actually enjoy the assault on the (Spidey) senses.
(Unfortunately, part of that sensory assault was the dude sitting next to me, who had the worst table manners I’ve ever witnessed anywhere on the planet. His lip-smacking was louder and more spectacular than the thwapping of the onscreen web slinging — horrifying enough to not just put you off a movie, but make you regret ever leaving your house. Still not a fan of this “dinner at the movies” thing. Snacks, yes. Drinking, yes. Sitting next to a steaming pile of Buffalo wings and trying to ignore servers constantly ducking through the aisles, no. And gross.)