Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse ★★★★½

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The story is neither here or there in Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse. It's not rough around the edges or anything, but it really showcases the lack of dexterity that big-screen Spider-Man stories are seemingly always crippled with, and even with its wonderful inclusive measures, it can only feel standardized in the face of the film's animation. Which is fine. I really don't care. Because I don't know if you've heard about the animation, but it's kinda good, I guess. And of course it's better than 'good', it's astonishing and weighted and textured and completely gluttonous with ALL THE COLORS and ALL THE SHAPES and ALL THE TRANSITIONS. It startled me in a few moments, simply because I was thinking "there's no way this scene is happening *like this*" Space is reconfigured, at once to appear boundless and restricted (the fight in Aunt May's house is a prime example) and to explore what a physical camera cannot do, and to occupy an abstraction of emotional and physical tones that manage to convey impact just as well as portraiture. And sure, it may fall flat in the narrative department, but I'm just imagining all the kids walking out of this stupidly-titled movie and immediately wanting to climb the walls and be Spider-Man and I'm so proud of them, because I once was that kid, and this movie took the idea of 'being like Spider-Man' to the fucking bank.