The Avengers, Toomes has a superhero-shaped chip on his shoulder and is in no mood to see his plans challenged by any lycra-clad adolescent with a squeaky voice and sticky wrists.
Spiderman: Homecoming progresses via a very acceptable amount of set pieces and CGI carnage. At various times, the Staten Island ferry and The Washington Monument get the pixelated bash. These scenes are exactly as spectacular and migraine-intense as ever.
At this level of movie-making, from this studio, brilliant action is barely even worth mentioning anymore. It’s a Marvel bottom-line and has been since 2008’s Ironman. What lifts this film is how well the human story works as it wends between the big-ticket effect sequences.
This Spiderman spins its charm and its magic out of never stopping reminding us that Spidey – pretty much alone of the current crop of big screen superheros – was still a boy when he first became a legend.
We get this film and we want it to win, because at its heart is a plucky, vulnerable kid who seems to be genuinely physically and emotionally in peril in a way which his elders and mentors never really are.
Spiderman: Homecoming is a throwback to a superhero age The Avengers storylines can’t access alone anymore. At stake are friends, family and neighbourhoods, not entire galaxies. It’s refreshing, grounded, human and extraordinarily likeable. Bravo. - Stuff