Who the hell at the studio thought that the same audience that would laugh hysterically at blue Elmo cumming all over his office would also invest in the racial politics of Melissa McCarthy being prejudiced for bearing emergency-replacement puppet organs?
Great horror typically invokes a very human fear and is told in such a way that creates empathy for the characters regardless of who may sit in the audience - this captures the fear of fatherhood extremely well.
Every man has, at one time or another, considered the terrifying scenario that one day they won't be able to keep their family safe. It's a haunting concept, the idea that one day your child or partner will look to you for…
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Spider-Man Homecoming is a market researcher's dream, the kind of thing that can only come from 6 writers, a director-for-hire, and 2 studios bending over backwards to manage the feat of making the 3rd big screen Spider-Man incarnation without pissing anyone off. The result is a sanitized, test-audience-proofed, safe, watered-down and completely disposable "action" movie that happens to have a purposely underwritten Spider-Man at its center.
What trips it up ultimately is just how disingenuous the whole thing feels.