The 800-pound gorilla this week is Spider-Man: Homecoming (73), the third iteration of the character in the last 15 years. I am still fascinated that Sony gave up on the Andrew Garfield series after only two films (leaving a post-credit mystery that will probably never be known), but I suppose that going into the MCU they wanted a fresh actor who looked more like a teenager. For purists, it’s blasphemy that Iron Man is his mentor, but whaddayougonnado? I’ll see it.
The only other film opening this weekend is The Big Sick (87), a well-reviewed romantic comedy which is the true story of its star, Kumail Nanjiani. Despite it’s good reviews, this is probably a rental for me–can’t see going out into the heat to catch it.
Gone Elsewhere 
I know opinions of her work are divided on here and in general, but it just seems that the major directorial figure Sofia Coppola seemed capable of being after LIT seems unlikely to ever happen.
I’ve come to really dislike Lost In Translation.
I wouldn’t trust those Big Sick reviews to an extent since Apatow’s name is all over it.