Saturday, August 01, 2026
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I have a soft spot for Spider-Man: I grew up in the aughts, when Tobey Maguire's eccentric (and occasionally emo) webhead dominated the box office. Now, the newest movie featuring Tom Holland's webslinger—Spider-Man: Brand New Day—is in theaters. To mark the occasion, we ranked every Spider-Man film from worst to best. See where we ranked Holland’s latest MCU adventure below. —Brady Langmann, senior entertainment editor
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The good, the bad, and the amazing—they’re all here. Which Spidey is your favorite?
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“Like costume heroes? We think you may find our Spiderman just a bit... different!” So reads the opening of Amazing Fantasy #15, the coveted comic book issue that first introduced readers to Spider-Man. Created by Stan Lee and Steve Ditko in 1962, Spider-Man is more than just the most popular superhero of all time. He’s the ultimate avatar for the underdog spirit, an unlikely hero who harbors the only superpower that counts: never giving up.
You could say the same thing about his movies—they’re never, ever giving up making Spider-Man movies. Though the history of Spider-Man movies is a surprisingly short one, beginning in earnest just 25 years ago, the franchise now encompasses almost a dozen movies that have a cumulative gross of $11 billion worldwide. (Not bad for a New Yorker who is always broke and behind on his rent most of the time.)
With the release of Spider-Man: Brand New Day upon us, we felt it was a good time to look back on Spider-Man’s surprisingly prolific cinematic history.
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Just over a decade ago, when Dior created Sauvage, the world of men’s fragrance was far simpler. Usually, an eau de toilette would do the trick. Things have changed—rather drastically. Scents have become more concentrated, notes more varied. No one knows this better than Francis Kurkdjian, perfume creation director for Dior and one of the industry’s most revered noses.
This year, Kurkdjian was tasked with pushing Sauvage—a modern classic, and one of the most popular fragrances on the market—to its limits. The results is Dior Sauvage Extrait ($205), a new expression that utilizes oud for the very first time and steers the scent into unexpected, sexy (dare I say kinky?) territory.
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I'm not a bad drunk. I don’t throw fights at the bar. I don’t cry when I drink wine. I won’t corner you at a family party or force shots down your throat. I’m a lightweight. If I drink too much, I throw up. And as much as I love that immaculate feeling of a drink knocking my lights out–for me, it’s my fourth whiskey–I really hate throwing up.
But, partly thanks to the pandemic, and the work required to keep a romantic relationship intact during several months in quarantine, I’ve discovered I have a drinking problem. We call him Gloominick. He’s a sneaky little turd. He waits until the next morning to come around. Mean, mopey, futzy, and, during those particularly rough hangovers–you know, those News Year Day-style hangovers–fully apocalyptic. “Go away, Gloominick,” my fiancée will say. “Go to your room.”
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