Spider-Man: Far From Home

Spider-Man: Far from Home holds the unfortunate title of being the only film I've ever fallen asleep to while watching in the cinema. Having now rewatched Marvel's latest blockbuster I can firmly say that episode of snoring in Cineworld was induced by a lack of sleep the night before, and not the content on display.

Tom Holland gives his best performance as Spider-Man yet. In other reboots it is often easy to forget (or even hard to believe) that Peter Parker is only a school aged kid, but Holland plays the role so convincingly. The viewer feels a lot of sympathy for Peter throughout Far from Home as he struggles with the burden of being expected to fill Iron Man's shoes, all the while proving to be more relatable than ever as he endeavours to enjoy his school trip and win over the girl he likes. Speaking of which, Zendaya's inclusion in Homecoming finally makes sense now - I should've known the writers would have more use for her character in later instalments.

Jake Gyllenhaal also plays his role applaudably well, his character as unlikable as ever. Despite Peter's frequent references to pop culture throughout the series he clearly hasn't seen Nightcrawler, or else his tingle might've warned him against trusting the cunning Mysterio.

I love how these Spider-Man films examine the effects of the Avengers on the microcosmic environment of Peter's high school, where they study Thor in physics. This dynamic was especially effective in highlighting the complications of the blip and how humanity has dealt with the outcome of Endgame. Therefore Spider-Man: Far from Home serves as an effective epilogue to Phase 3 of the MCU, and I am grateful that Disney and Sony have worked out their differences to ensure we get to see what becomes of Spider-Man after that jaw dropping post credits cliffhanger. Whenever the next instalment may hit cinemas, I'm certain that this time round I'll manage to stay awake.