We have a rarity this week, a movie that is well-reviewed by the critics (what do they know?) and which is also warmly embraced by the paying public. For my money, “Spider-Man: No Way Home” is the best ever “Spider-Man” movie. It is so good that it may very well revive the long-running and somewhat tired “Spider-Man” franchise.
I found it funny, a little snarky, and true to its roots as a story about a teenage boy who suddenly finds himself with superpowers. But he is less a superhero than he is an earnest, bewildered teen who stumbles through his way in growing up, as well as finding out how to handle his new abilities. “Spider-Man” reminds me in an endearing way of a basset hound pup, trying to get along in life without stepping on his own ears. He does not always succeed.