The eagerly-anticipated Spider-Man: No Way Home, Tom Holland’s third solo outing as the web-slinging superhero, is the shaggiest and certainly the most stylistically inert of the MCU Spideys. Overstuffed and frenetic, the film cracks open the Marvel Multiverse with sledgehammer pandering. It’s anything but artful, but there’s no denying the power of its crossover charms; even more impressively, No Way Home tackles heroic compassion in a way that finally strikes true to the heart of Spider-Man. Minor spoilers ahead…

Bloated, over-produced, and underwritten, the Russo Brothers’ latest film - based upon Nico Walker’s novel of the same name - is a self-indulgent exercise in filmmaking hubris. The very definition of style over substance, Cherry is a lurching homunculus of artifice that never feels authentic, not even for a second. With nothing to say about any of the serious subjects it broaches, Cherry is prime contender for one of the worst films of the year. Minor spoilers ahead…