Hands down, Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse (2018), which I spotted on Netflix this weekend, is the best Spider-Man film I’ve seen. Indeed, I’d be tempted to go as far as to say that it is about the best superhero film I’ve seen, or certainly up in the top echelon where I’d include others like Guardians of the Galaxy (both 2014 and 2017 editions).
Like Guardians, it definitely pulls towards the off-beat. Visually, it captures not just the look of reading a comic book but the magical atmosphere of getting caught up in a comic book. It feels so appropriate for a cross-dimensional story featuring multiple versions of Marvel’s most wise-cracking protagonist, the eponymous web-slinger himself (or herself or itself – the film delights in diversity).
As well as being entertaining, it comes up trumps in the nobility department as well, with poignant moments and the heroes being willing to put themselves in harm’s way to serve and protect others. I also loved the way it took the annoying trope of rehashing the origin story (a tradition every time a superhero franchise gets a reboot) and doing it so much as to make it a joy.