Jon Watts (2017)
Sometimes heroes need to go to school. Training wheels need to be attached to their suits, and handlers double as moody nannies. Peter has been called up to the minor leagues, but that is not where he wishes to conclude his ascent. Trading in a mashup hoodie for a technologically perplexing epidermis, he must learn to drive a sports car without even a permit.
The world's most dominating man, Tony, has taken a fatherly affinity to Peter, yet will never show too much admiration. Peter's success becomes more and more connected to Tony's, and a symbiosis develops between the two prodigies. As with any working relationship, conflicts flare up that risk identities and shelters of unassuming bystanders.
Latching on to the first target in sight, Peter stumbles upon the most successful Robin Hood in the game. Adrian justifies his operation by capitalism, the cruel chess match that has allowed the insensitive to rise, and the burdened to plummet. His family offers a full-proof alibi for his shady business exchanges.
Peter desperately attempts to be seen, while Adrian meticulously digs below the surface. This faceless rivalry will give the orphan child yet another father. The lessons sound eerily similar to Tony's punishments, and Peter's conscious begins spiraling. His hero funds violence probably more so than this hastily chosen villain.
Aging requires compromises. Growing into your place in the world will make you sacrifice even the sturdiest pillars of your morality. Peter foresees this ugly metamorphosis and challenges the tides. Nothing can buy his allegiance, a trait that Tony becomes most proud of in the young maverick.
In an era of shameless self-promotion and needless crossovers, the humble tale of a blossoming superhero washes down rather pleasantly. No horrific casualties loom in the balance. The highest stakes is that some billionaire might lose money he can afford to lose, and a young gun faces a dilemma of remaining loyal to his cause. Lines are never clearly drawn, and so compassion for one's foe might be the only route to salvation.
Sometimes heroes need to go to school. Training wheels need to be attached to their suits, and handlers double as moody nannies. Peter has been called up to the minor leagues, but that is not where he wishes to conclude his ascent. Trading in a mashup hoodie for a technologically perplexing epidermis, he must learn to drive a sports car without even a permit.
The world's most dominating man, Tony, has taken a fatherly affinity to Peter, yet will never show too much admiration. Peter's success becomes more and more connected to Tony's, and a symbiosis develops between the two prodigies. As with any working relationship, conflicts flare up that risk identities and shelters of unassuming bystanders.
Latching on to the first target in sight, Peter stumbles upon the most successful Robin Hood in the game. Adrian justifies his operation by capitalism, the cruel chess match that has allowed the insensitive to rise, and the burdened to plummet. His family offers a full-proof alibi for his shady business exchanges.
Peter desperately attempts to be seen, while Adrian meticulously digs below the surface. This faceless rivalry will give the orphan child yet another father. The lessons sound eerily similar to Tony's punishments, and Peter's conscious begins spiraling. His hero funds violence probably more so than this hastily chosen villain.
Aging requires compromises. Growing into your place in the world will make you sacrifice even the sturdiest pillars of your morality. Peter foresees this ugly metamorphosis and challenges the tides. Nothing can buy his allegiance, a trait that Tony becomes most proud of in the young maverick.
In an era of shameless self-promotion and needless crossovers, the humble tale of a blossoming superhero washes down rather pleasantly. No horrific casualties loom in the balance. The highest stakes is that some billionaire might lose money he can afford to lose, and a young gun faces a dilemma of remaining loyal to his cause. Lines are never clearly drawn, and so compassion for one's foe might be the only route to salvation.
final words:
GREAT TEACHERS PRAISE MISTAKES