None of our pasts look darker than through the lens of childhood Halloween costumes. (unless you're a practiced serial killer, in which case, please turn yourself in after sharing this review with all of your friends, if you have any) I have masqueraded as a G.I. Joe, a hand-stitched T-Rex with lumps in all the wrong places, The Incredible Hulk, and, in terms of the most haunting: Winnie the Pooh. Never, despite what I'm certain was ungrateful insistence, did I get to go as my hero Spider-Man.
Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse felt like one of many cosmic events I've had the pleasure of enjoying at the theater. What feels so authentic and true to comic book crossovers of old is somehow also one of the freshest, most modern takes on superheroes to hit the silver screen. My tried and tested standards for the past 16 years of Sony's takes on the web-slinger have been surpassed on only a few occasions, but Spider-Verse finds its way above and beyond what I could even hope for.
Joe Brueggemeyer hosts and edits The Marquee podcast with Logan, and has an unhealthy obsession with baking.