![]() Box office smash, graveyard smash, No Way Home additionally happens to be a monster mash of a movie, taking beloved villains as well as Rhys Ifans’ Lizard and pitting them against our aging twink of a hero. It’s doing so well I wouldn’t be surprised if it were a graveyard smash as well shuffling corpses wandering toward a multiplex like bugs to a light and buying Spider-Man tix so they can sit dead eyed in front of a screen is a little on the nose for zombie satire, but I’ll take it. Spider-Man: No Way Home, the 93 rd Marvel Cinematic Universe film, the 33 rd Spider-Man film, and the 5 th Sony Universe of Spider-Man and Spider-Man-Accessories will riddle us all with disease if it fucking has to, because it’s a box office smash. My relatives aren’t terrible but I’d still rather time with my increasingly fuzzy memories of the one film to put its fist through the pandemic and say “fuck your Unicron variant, people are going to see this shit”. I wasn’t originally going to write this, letting the 2 ½ hour podcast speak for itself, until I realized writing about how much I hated the new Spider-Man is the perfect excuse of getting away from my relatives for a few hours. ![]()
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