For all its popping visual ingenuity and fecundity, Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse is one of the loudest and most active movies I’ve ever almost fallen asleep on. The film’s predecessor, 2018’s Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse, left me feeling in my review, “I admire it as a glistening piece of pop art. But its corporate pizzazz chills me a little.” Well, the chill hasn’t gone away. Across, as we’ll call it for short, depends heavily on your having seen the first film, preferably within the last month. Otherwise you may not be clued in as to the new Spider-Man, Miles Morales (Shameik Moore), and why Spider-Gwen (Hailee Steinfeld), a Spider-Person from another universe, takes an interest in the arc of his story.
After an awful lot of weightless jumping, running, fighting and smiting, we’re briefed on the crisis: each Spider-Person’s life must follow certain “canon events,” and for Miles this might mean the death of his father. Does Miles save him? You’ll have to come back next March for Beyond the Spider-Verse to find out. This premise, though, is a neat way to play with the multiverse angle (which, in comics as well as film, has seemed to attach itself to Spider-Man for some reason). Instead of the ‘verse we’re watching not seeming to mean much, since there’re just more ‘verses like it out there, Miles’ verse has depth of feeling, and we care whether he and his nearly-police-captain dad escape the Curse of Police Dads across the Spider-Verse.
One imagines the third film, when it comes, may turn Miles into a metafictional rebel, denying his fate, or the plot that has been written for him. (As a result, Miles may consort well with this film’s best character, Spider-Punk, voiced by Daniel Kaluuya.) That movie will probably have the payoff and pack the climactic punch that’s missing from this middle film. Across is far from bad, but it’s busy as hell, plotwise as well as visually, and it left me a little exhausted. The main villain here is the Spot (Jason Schwartzman), who generates black holes he can pop in and out of. His powers are an animator’s fondest dream, and some of the action scenes flow almost at the speed of thought, creating their own twinkly reality where the Rule of Cool reigns supreme. It’s terrific fun, but there’s about an hour too much of it for me.
At the end, Spider-Gwen marshals a Spider-Army to help her find Miles and restore him to his ‘verse. I’m sure Marvel won’t mind if you buy all the merchandise and comic books related to all those Spider-Folks, too. I fear I’ve been around the block too many times with corporate comics to trust these movies to have anything truly revolutionary in mind. The goal of superhero comics, and now superhero movies and shows, is to keep themselves going until people stop buying. (The DC film universe’s penultimate product, The Flash, currently coughing up blood in theaters while Across the Spider-Verse surged back up to #1 in its fourth weekend, shows that DC hasn’t pulled the plug on this particular iteration of their heroes a minute too soon.)
These Spider-Verse movies have been gorgeous demo reels for the latest in animation techniques. With the benefit of digital tech, they can evoke the panel-by-panel mode of the comics medium more fluidly than Ang Lee’s Hulk did twenty years ago. Almost alone among modern superhero films, though, Lee’s Hulk movie (which preceded the workaday Marvel MCU movies and their own version of the Hulk) keeps a warm, fond place in my memory. It was about something other than announcing itself as the big new franchise, and the oddities that made it a miss for most audiences endeared it to me. It was pained, exploratory, an art-house film in the glimmering cloak of a blockbuster; it tried to get at something human and resonant. The Spider-Verse movies are less awkward but have less soul. They’re so busy spinning around in their own universes they don’t really engage with our own.