Jack Keane’s review published on Letterboxd:
"I'm sick of Mr. Stark treating me like a kid."
"But you are a kid."
"Yeah. A kid who can stop a bus with his bare hands."
If today's youngest generations grow up with, and look back on, Spider-Man: Homecoming with the same nostalgic fondness that my generation grew up with, and looks back on, Sam Raimi's first two Spider-Man flicks, I would be totally okay with that, because this generation has finally gotten the closest fully definitive filmic depiction of Spidey that we've always deserved, but have never fully gotten for one reason or another... until now.
(Oh, and one of the purest joys of my screening of Spider-Man: Homecoming was witnessing multiple generations of children hearing the word "porn" for the first time, hearing dozens of parents laugh super loudly at the joke, and then have to quickly make up a lie about what porn is when their kids asked.
(Quoth the mother to her child in the seat next to me:
CHILD: "What's porn, mummy?"
MOTHER: "They're just funny videos, love, now sssssh!"))
((P.S. - Dear 2nd Post-Credits Scene: HOW HECKING DARE YOU PLAY ME LIKE THAT, YOU CHEEKY SMEG!!))