The Chicago Cubs have decided to essentially quit acting like a professional baseball team. Chock-full of talent, yet seemingly unable to play the game. My wife is away on a theatre gig. (The show opened wonderfully last night.) So I decided I needed an entertaining distraction and queued up Oren Uziel and Steve Lightfoot’s Spider-Noir, now streaming on Prime Video. Bottom line, it is a stylish, entertaining distraction, and a treat for fans of the noir genre.

I won’t call the eight-episode series great by any means, but the fun makes up for it. Taking yet another Marvel Comics hero from yet another alternate Marvel universe, Spider-Man Noir, and bringing him to the screen minus the “man” in the name, this version follows an aging private investigator, who is also a web-slinging superhero, through a depression era New York City in the 1930’s. Fighting with his past and the bad guys, it’s a bit of a romp that at times can’t decide what it wants to be, but in the end sticks the landing.
You get a choice of two ways to view the series. In what the filmmakers call Authentic Black and White or True-Hue Color. I recommend the black and white version. I checked out the True-Hue Color but that’s not for me. Your mileage may vary, but hey, the word “noir” is in the damn title, so follow the lead you’re given.
Nicholas Cage stars as the troubled leading superhero who isn’t sure he wants to be one. Down on his luck. Tough times. Hard bitten. (Literally.) He’s at times a bit over the top in that Nicholas Cage kind of way, but weirdly it works as the choices largely hold up, even as they often veer the show into comedy more than the hard-boiled wit I associate with the genre.
Brendan Glesson gives a boffo performance as the big bad in the show. Jack Huston and Andrew Lewis Caldwell as Flint Marko/Sandman and Dirk Leydon/Megawatt bring fun and serious menace to their characters trapped and wrapped in one of the show’s central mysteries. The rest of the cast fills their roles nicely and everyone enjoys chewing the scenery at one point or the other.
As to the production, the black and white version looks terrific. It’s full of all the shadows, cigarette smoke, femme fatales, crooked pols, gangsters, grit, lots of rain, period music, and all the clichés you expect from a noir detective mystery. The occasional nods to other noir classics are added treats.
The story gets more convoluted and drawn out than I think it needs to, but that’s the name of the game in streaming entertainment these days. Even so, in the end, it’s a cut above the rest, and filled the bill I was looking for. Indeed, a fun and entertaining distraction.
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