Madame Web

I think I first saw the trailer in a movie theater. It was a throwback to earlier movies. The ones I loved as a child. America returns to receive Raimi Spider-man. No more do we cast aside a set of reels into irony litter-traps. It's only a story of a paramedic. The reception is an entirety of condescension. So the fog is heavy until we wander in. 

Our modern tragedy has ended. Dakota Johnson, finally offered a beacon--ordinary-citizen. Was there ever another? What happens? The line-reads from Johnson stride right through. It is a total zoomer autistic strike zone. 

Where do we go from here? The sequel the movie teases? But the box-office was dreadful... So back we go to Johnson trash-can roles. 

The Rotten Tomatoes looks solid actually. But I stopped looking at that years ago. So I don't know what that means. I guess audience score is still pure? 

There is a demon lurking behind the walls. We see him occasionally. He usually glances away, anti-contact. Some of our friends, who've long been with us, know the way of these things. It's been over. They've been dead. But still it goes on. A demon whispers back. We, too, know the way of things. Only faggots breathe now. They all know the life and the breath--the essence of living. Our death comes broad. But we see none of our meaning. So we continue. Like an evening dance with a lover. A stunned resilience.