An overpowering C.G.I. film driven by every bloated visual effect known to man. A monument to sensory overload at its finest, a shameful, and unnecessary reinvention of the Spider-Man myth (once again).
Oozing with big Hollywood dollar signs. Hey, let’s watch New York City get destroyed again! Or does (Spidey save the day?) yawn, and double yawn.
Lots of bright, shiny swirls of color and a talking pig named Spider-Ham. Give me a break, this movie has very little in common with Steve Ditko’s original 1962 vision of Spider-Man, and much more to do with 2018 holiday profit margins.