A weird case where I'm not sure I enjoyed any particular scene or any particular character — everyone here is so prickly and defensive and egotistical and fragile that it's a bit exhausting — but I wound up really enjoying how it all fit together, in terms of illustrating how people respond to criticism, especially from their loved ones, and about the tension and balance between lying to be supportive in a relationship, and telling the truth to be honest. This is an annoying film in a lot of ways, but it's a very smart and layered one.

Loved it. The sequel to Into the Spider-Verse is visually busy and overwhelming and at the point where there's so much going on that you know you're missing a lot in every frame as your brain tries to catch up, but it's gloriously dense and ambitious and imaginative and wild. And while it's only half a movie (with part two coming in 2024), the themes that at least start to be presented here are knotty and interesting ones that'll give Spider-Man fans and superhero fans a lot to talk about.

Sign me up as the apostate that just doesn't appreciate this one, that doesn't really understand why a long, rambling, sleepy movie about a disconnected, disaffected, insanely rich and privileged teenager moping around until he gets laid is so moving to people. There are better romances, better gay coming-of-age movies, better summer-fling stories, and movies where I don't get really really distracted by watching a dude gut a peach in his bed with his bare hands and then fuck it, making an immense mess for someone else to clean up. I will fight the world on this one.