When you’re whole world is crumbling, it’s time to see a Marvel film. There’s something about superhero movies that makes you feel calm inside, like they could actually be real and come rescue you from your destruction.
So yea, I went with my Sister and Dad to see Spiderman: Far From Home and yea, it’s everything. My Dad said, “Stop analyzing it, it’s just mindless entertainment,” but I don’t think so. I think Spiderman: Far From Home is propaganda, literature, and art. And boy, it was saying a lot.
Peter Parker, a sixteen year old boy from Queens aka Spiderman, on a European trip with his high school class is called to save the world from angry ex-Stark employees led by Quentin / Mysterio, which gets in the way of his plans to woo his crush MJ with jewelry to get her to kiss him in the most romantic place in the world – the Eiffel Tower.
Quentin and a large group of former Stark employees who were disrespected and bullied by their previous manager Tony Stark / Iron Man organize to take back power of the Stark company from the inexperienced sixteen year old that Stark chose to be the new CEO. Is it bad to say that I was rooting for Quentin? Or that, I could empathise with him.They had a bad manager, too. Just like me, just like a lot of people.
When Quentin said, “He told me my life’s work was a waste of time, and named it BARF, and then fired me because I was unstable,” I knew exactly how he felt. Quentin and I both have mental health problems. Because of bad managers. And yet, in the end, it is the confident boy with no experience and no mental health problems who is the hero.
Lesson learned, it doesn’t matter how much experience you have or have much you care, if you’re not one of the chosen few, no one’s going to listen. And if you get angry and try to make people listen, the chosen few will be sure to put you back in your place.
Oh, it was just hilarious- the film was a bunch of Americans destroying Europe and saving the day. We destroyed Venice, we destroyed Prague, and we destroyed London – and then went back to New York and celebrated how we saved the world. Basically, our current foreign policy.
And obviously, it didn’t pass the Bechdel test. Gosh, Zendaya or Robin, couldn’t you have asked the scriptwriters for one scene without men not about men?!
The film made $92,579,212 in the opening weekend in the States, more than three times the amount for the National Endowment for the Arts annual government funding under Trump’s cuts. Although, if you consider Spiderman art, which I do – then Americans sure do love art. Because they sure spent a lot of money on actors, graphics, and special effects – like $160,000,000 worth. To make one movie. About love. And fighting. About power.
I’d definitely recommend seeing this landmark Marvel film. It’s hilarious, and mindless entertainment at its best.
PS. Chris and Erik (the scriptwriters), I don’t think you quite understand what ghosting is, but don’t worry – Literary Pixie will be teaching you soon.