It’s almost the autumn solstice but you’d never know it where we are. Here’s to cooler days and more movies! In the meantime: Zosha is all about Reacher season 4 this week, and Cate is singing the praises of the new Spider-Man.

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Zosha on Reacher season 4

Reacher holding up his arms while someone points a gun at him

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It’s an election year, so we should all be thinking of the median voter. Not as a statistical intersection of everything your local congressperson would sell you out for — we’re talking the real voter who makes no sense to you. This is the voter whose opinions clash in ways that shouldn’t be held within a single person. The one who’s got a lot of ideals that don’t really mesh with each other, and yet they’re proud to put their foot down behind whichever end of the seesaw they ended up on. This is a hypothetical, but also very real — technically we all are the median voter in some aspect of our belief system, that’s how we got here. The median voter is the strongest through line of the democratic system. And it’s the ideal viewer for the new season of Reacher. 

This is not a dig. To briefly adopt a politician voice: in polarized times like these, we need something that can bring us together. Alan Ritchson’s Jack Reacher is that man. The titular Reacher is a nomad, having served as a U.S. military police and now, discharged from his former life, spends his time drifting from town to town across America, often applying his ample investigative and combat knowledge to stop injustice he comes across. Because of his background, the conspiracies he comes across are contained (often anchored in the locale of the season) but major: his brother’s murder; chemical waste; illegal arms sales; drug smuggling. At the root of it is some noxious mix of American business, international cartel group (defined loosely), “terrorist” (also defined loosely), and innocent (less wiggle room!) caught up in all this. Given that Reacher’s defining characteristic beyond “intelligent” and “good” is “big” — he is described in the book series he’s based on as having hands the size of dinner plates, or, sometimes, supermarket chickens — these problems inevitably come to blows in the final episode. A major tease for a past season was the promise that he would finally face someone bigger than himself in the mix; the opponent was 7’2”.  

Season 4 amplifies all these characteristics up while still, somehow, keeping things the same old Reacher. Here Reacher is just about to leave Philadelphia when he happens upon an upset woman on the subway. One thing leads to another, and by the end of the first episode he’s been kidnapped by the CIA to be interrogated in D.C. blacksite. C’est la vie. 

As a longtime fan of Reacher’s specific brand of action conspiracy thriller, this is a little gonzo even for me (complimentary). The ensuing plot weaves in American war crimes and Indonesian mercenaries hellbent on revenge. There’s torture and chemical warfare, coverups and high-speed collisions. Few are who they first appear to be. Reacher has his requisite sex scene of the season, only (spoilers here and there onwards) here it’s twisted: the woman of the season is also one of the bad guys of the season. 

These are the kind of twists that on paper sound mundane but hit like a deliciously cool breeze when you’re in the world of Reacher. As road bends and the bruises pile up, Reacher doesn’t overthink what the story demands. Reacher, his team, his adversaries, his ideals—these things are nuanced, but they are straightforward. It’s a thriller! While arcs around grief and revenge are handled with care (read: plenty of attention to who gets the kill, or who should be willing to kill), the moral universe of this world bends towards justice, and the emotions involved in getting there are in service of that. 

To take Reacher’s spy nonsense as a political statement beyond that is probably a fool’s errand. 

I think this is for the best, for Reacher, but also for art in general. TV and books like Reacher certainly take a temperature on the moment, but they’re nothing without a holistic sense of what makes a story tick. Reacher’s combination of pro- and anti-American/military/police/institution is inscrutable in the modern “the personal is political is plot” school of thought, but is very in keeping with the school of thrillers it’s rooted in. Ritchson apparently had to argue in order to actually fight the woman who’s also the enemy, because the studio originally said he couldn’t hit a girl; ultimately what we get is a scene where she says she doesn’t know which she enjoyed more, screwing him or killing him, and, upon the fight’s dénouement, he retorts “I know which one I like more.” It’s brutal! It’s schlocky! It’s a thriller.   

As in every season, Reacher encounters one man1 the system couldn’t corrupt. Again: the genre beats at work, more than any true reflection of the purity of the American spirit. Reacher is deeply cynical in its distrust of authority, like its thriller forefathers before it. Season 4 is maybe a bit more optimistic in its exploration of that (by keeping those the story deems more innocent away from the most brutal violence), at the same time it sharpens its action. The fight choreography of the season is more kinetic, a bit sharper and more unsparing and leaving Reacher with the scrapes, bruises, and hurt to show for it. 

Season 4 is inarguably not the strongest version of the show. But it’s among its more potent. The new season strips down the saga of Reacher to something more propulsive — a brisk ’90s action conspiracy — and keeps the pace going throughout. It’s not everything, but it’s fun. What else do I really want out of a thriller?

Cate on Spider-Man: Brand New Day

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There have been 11 Spider-Man films released in my lifetime. I’ve enjoyed them all, and I’m not unique in having done so. But there’s something about Spider-Man: Brand New Day that worked for me on a level that only Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse has also managed: it makes the stakes feel deeply internal and emotional rather than relational. 

Of course, this fragmented franchise has always had personal stakes. Whether it’s Uncle Ben or MJ, one of the major throughlines of this character is his love for the people in his life, and his willingness to put himself in danger to prioritize their safety. But here — as in Across the Spider-Verse — we find a Spider-Man who is… lonely. Miles and Peter both feel cut off from the community they’ve built, yearn for people who used to be in their lives, and find ways to remain as close by to them as they can manage. 

At the end of the last Spider-Man film, Peter Parker (Tom Holland) asked Dr. Strange to make everyone forget his existence in order to forestall yet another world-ending event. Aunt May (Marisa Tomei) is now dead. Ned (Jacob Batalon) and MJ (Zendaya) have gone off to MIT together. And he is now New York’s full-time friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. He spends his days fighting the (suddenly very numerous?) villains-of-the-week who plague the city, and keeps close watch on his friends through social media, during the four years that originally would have made up his own college experience. But that singular focus has left him with strange new developing powers, just as a faceless threat has invaded the city. 

Enough time has passed that I think it’s fine to reveal that the film’s marquee villain is none other than Jean Grey, played by Sadie Sink. Her sister, who shares her powers, has been kidnapped by the Department of Damage Control for experimentation, and she’s on a mission to find and free her. Jean is now entirely on her own, because her mother had already abandoned both her daughters. She’s young and scared and lonely. She’s also extremely powerful. She’s a teenager on her own, and precisely where Peter was at the end of the last film. It was moving to see director Destin Daniel Cretton give us a story that merged their struggles in such a revealing and thematically rich way. 

What’s most noticeable about this film is how much it has matured. It is in many ways a franchise reset. You believe Peter, MJ and Ned as characters who’ve lived more life, experienced new things, and have just happened to find themselves in yet another extraordinary situation. Holland, Zendaya and Batalon’s performances are naturalistic and easy. It’s a reminder that they’ve been playing these characters for nearly a decade. Their chemistry together — in all three configurations — is sweet, loving and warm. And despite Peter’s pining for MJ and her relative narrative prominence, the script makes sure to give Ned interactions with him that feel equally sincere and meaningful. 

The three leads have noticeably grown in their talents. Holland was always great in the role, but originally that was because he read so believably as a hard-headed teenager. Here he’s grown as a man alongside Peter, and returns to the franchise with the maturity one would hope for and expect from a young man standing firmly in adulthood. Peter is still young, but Holland brings a settled sort of gravitas that reveals just how well he knows this character.

And while I agree that Zendaya is — as of now — more famous than her filmography, I also think that her work this year alone has made it incredibly clear how much she’s leveled up as an actress. Euphoria was her training ground, but now she’s really ready to play. One scene in particular (if you’ve seen the film you’ll know which, but it’s one of the few things one shouldn’t have spoiled) lets her demonstrate her ironclad control of her face as an instrument. She manages an emotional turn I would not have been confident she could achieve even just a year ago. Her chemistry with Holland is predictably excellent, and it makes for some truly moving scenes between them.

And despite his reduced screentime, Batalon also gets chances to stretch his wings. His easy rapport with Spider-Man reminds you that he and Peter were best friends long before MJ ever entered the picture. Peter’s affection for the friend he cannot claim is crystal clear, and his longing is every bit as emotionally resonant as it is for the girl he loves. Ned’s arc may be smaller, but it’s just as effective. It’s precisely what makes their reconnection at the end of the film pack such a punch.

Rounding out the cast, Sadie Sink also gives a lovely performance, and I maybe should not have underestimated her. I wouldn’t nominate her for any awards necessarily, but I am eager to see where her career goes. Sink is perhaps currently in the trap Zendaya fell into, still playing teenagers as an adult. But the time she spent on Stranger Things clearly prepared her for heavier material. The encounter she has late in the film shows us a grieving, broken girl who seeks revenge, but desperately needs love and safety instead. That she found it where she did is a testament to how closely her struggle mirrors Peter’s own.

Though I famously detest when people of colour are cast as law enforcement, I’ve made peace with Tillman’s role as head of the DODC William Metzger, if only because his performance was worth the price of admission. His character’s turn is easily predicted, but Tillman moderates it just enough that you’re left doubting your instincts right up until your suspicions are confirmed. Liza Colón-Zayas presents the same problem as NYPD Detective Jean DeWolff. But there too her job gives her the proximity to Spider-Man she needs to extend the motherly concern Peter so badly needs. It’s an amusing paradox that Spider-Man’s existence requires the police to be both largely benevolent and utterly useless. His relationship with and to them is possibly the only major stain on the character’s legacy on film.

Florence Pugh also returns as Yelena, the new Black Widow. And after her experiences with depression and grief in Thunderbolts, you’re left feeling warmed that she’s managed to build a better life for herself, free from the oppression and heartbreak of her youth. Her relationship to Peter is that of an amused but close-in-age aunt. She alternates between mischievously teasing him and helping him as the situation demands. The dynamic really works. 

And that’s to say nothing of Jon Bernthal as Frank Castle. I’ve never been a fan of the excessively violent Punisher character. His appropriation by real-world cops doesn’t help the situation. But Spider-Man: Brand New Day makes him Peter’s reluctant accomplice. They butt heads constantly even as their goals align. But their dynamic is one of bickering siblings, and they’re mostly pretty funny together as they grow in each other’s esteem. Castle’s inclusion folds in yet another solitary character desperate for connection — even if he’d rather die than admit it. As Peter’s ally he’s formidable, and this is the only time I’ve ever been eager for more of him.

I haven’t even gotten to the action set-pieces, but they are uniformly fantastic, and well-worth a watch even if you forgo the rest of the film. The final major sequence is honestly just pretty fucking cool. There are so many scenes I can’t wait to rewatch. The Hulk’s minor-ish cameo is worth it, but unfortunately, it pulls pretty hard on the heartstrings. Bruce Banner is maybe the only allied character who makes it out of the movie worse than when he started.

Though the plot is arguably overstuffed, it still manages to stick the landing in a way that impressed me. Every aspect of Peter Parker’s world has grown up — from the story to the themes to the acting. It’s stylish, visually interesting and full of easter eggs for long-time fans of the character that never feel intrusive or underbaked. Cretton has managed to graduate a teen franchise into something more adult, and more emotionally complex. The film brings together numerous characters dealing with grief, loss and loneliness, and lets them help each other climb out of it. 

So it doesn’t surprise me that the film has been so well-received and broken so many box office records. It’s genuinely excellent, and far and away the best film in the Marvel franchise — certainly of the multiverse saga. It gives me some hope that the upcoming Avengers film isn’t quite as bad as the marketing makes it look.

Assorted Internet Detritus

“What would it take to make me sob again?” Just one dad trying to figure out his way around circumcision. Loved this (old) revisiting of Casino Royale for its 10th anniversary. I, too, live for a group chat. A great review of a great album! “It’s no one person’s job to defeat ageism and sexism. But there’s nothing particularly noble about explaining why you didn’t want to try.” AI “therapy” isn’t good because it doesn’t feel out the silence.

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1  It’s true that this could technically be/is gender neutral, in that he often has a woman at his side who stands in righteousness. But I’d argue that her placement in the story tends to operate differently than what I’m talking about here, where the man is more readily offered with temptation, or would be if people thought he’d take it. Again: plenty to read into here! But do so with context. 

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