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If yet another Marvel movie is a little self-conscious about being yet another Marvel movie, does that excuse it from being, well, yet another Marvel movie? Thats the tricky territory that Spider-Man: Far From Home (co-released by Sony on July 2) finds itself in, barely two months after Avengers: Endgame swept across the globe, taking some major heroes with it. Watching the trailer for Far From Home, I found myself thinking, this? Again? Already??

In response, Jon Wattss film seems to nod its head and say, “I know, know,” a little sheepish about its mere existence. But then it ups and does all the old Marvel stuff anyway, seeming more and more earnest and ardent about this factory-cult as it goes.

To be fair, Im not not a part of that cult myself. I quite liked Endgame, just as I liked the first installment in this latest Spider-Man saga, 2017s Homecoming. So its not as if I went into Far From Home held-nosed and full of dread. I was looking forward to it—and indeed much of the movie proves fun, in the way all these slick and amiable features are. But it is a little annoying how the film smirks and winks as if its in on the fatigue, offering an illusion of cool when at heart its as slavishly on-message as everything else.

Far From Home concerns its own kind of illusion, making ironic commentary about the hollow spectacle of superherodom, offering an intriguing view of what a world so celebratory—and newly mourning—of the Avengers might look like, the fantastical having become the expected. We begin post-un-Snappening, with the people who died in Endgame dead, and young Peter Parker (Tom Holland) trying to move on with his life. Specifically, hes looking forward to a school trip to Europe, where he hopes to tell his classmate, M.J. (Zendaya), that he has a crush on her. Of course, those awkwardly laid plans are soon blown to hell by the arrival of new enemies and perhaps a new savior, the latter in the form of a bearded wonder-man played by Jake Gyllenhaal.

On the off chance that anyone fussed about spoilers made it this far into any Marvel review, they should turn away now. Without getting into too many details, Ill say that the film makes good, if not quite enough, use of Gyllenhaal, who breezes into this intricately built, 11-year-old cinematic universe to, in some ways, point out its artifice.

Plenty of big stars have shown up to play roles in various Avengers movies, but something about Gyllenhaals specific presence brings a dark meta tinge tRead More – Source

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