Spider-Man: No Way Home is a bloated mess. As a lifelong fan of the webhead, that reality hit hard. The anticipation for the movie ran feverishly high. From the hinted cameos to the ascendance of Peter Parker from high school geek to young adult, one couldn’t help feeling underwhelmed by the narrative. Perhaps it was an overabundance of riches. Too much of a good thing jam-packed into a two hour timeframe. To be fair, there were exceptionally great moments in the movie. Yet the ambitious whole was not equal to the sum of its parts.
Because trouble comes in all sizes.