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As mainstream superhero films go, “Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse” is an odd duck, visually flamboyant and tonally chutzpadik, snarking repeatedly about intellectual property law and the perils of franchisedom. Though it’s steeped in comic book lore — and winks at the films, television programs and other subsidiary products — it rarely feels like the kind of film that its corporate parents would want it to be.
Something similar could be said of the story’s protagonist, Miles Morales. The son of a Puerto Rican nurse and an African-American cop who can’t stand Spider-Man, Miles turns out to be a second Spider-Man. At first, he’s confused, and then he’s afraid, but soon enough he’s hanging out, in secret, with a crowd of alternate-dimension Spider-People.
He is, in short, a vividly queer character: not in terms of who he desires, but in the way he learns to live as a member of a stigmatized minority. This isn’t to say that Miles, a boy with a crush on a girl, is LGBT within the scope of the story, or that a queer erotic perspective is necessary to enjoy the film. Further, as minority representation goes, what’s significant is the film’s depiction of a nonwhite superhero.
It’s notable, though, that the structure of Miles’ development maps on to that of many queer people. The film’s success suggests that the key elements of his relationship to society — his ambivalence toward his nuclear family, his attachment to a tribe of secretive mutants — do not arouse the suspicion they once would have. It marks a new frontier in the sort of outsider an audience will, at least at the movies, cheer for — and pay for.
Spider-Man’s origin has often been read as an allegory for puberty, and superheroes at large have frequently been endowed with a queer significance. Like the sexual and gender identities we call queer, superheroes’ relationships to one another and the world — from clandestine bands of marginalized X-Men to the cosmopolitan cabals of the Justice League — clash with traditional units of social organization, the heterosexual family and the nation state most of all. “Spider-Verse” engages with those subtexts of its source material, as well as the familiar archetype of the extraordinary child. Such children — from Lewis Carroll’s Alice through Dorothy in “The Wizard of Oz,” Luke Skywalker, Harry Potter, and on and on — have long been points of queer identification. So, too, have numerous eccentric villains, the Jokers and Ursulas exuberantly obsessed with their beautiful same-sex rivals.
What sets “Spider-Verse” apart is the specificity with which it treats Miles’ evolving sense of self, rewriting the familiar beats of the superhero origin story into a story of separation from — and detente with — both his family of origin and mainstream society. Fiction’s extraordinary children generally have imposturous families (the Dursleys) or temporarily unavailable ones (“Auntie Em! Auntie Em!”). They rarely need to reconcile the charmed worlds to which they properly belong (Hogwarts, Oz) and the one in which they were raised.
Miles does experience that need, and the course he follows is so thunderously resonant with actual queer experience that you could, as an exercise, translate it into gay terms. When our young hero first experiences his superpowers, he tells himself that it’s just normal puberty stuff until it’s clear that it isn’t. That leaves him in the position of a pretty typical gay teen, fretting about urges that he can’t process as normal or express without courting disaster. He knows he may be saddled with an identity that would put him at odds with his family. A gay boy might at this point ask a parent, “Will you still love me if I’m gay?”; Miles asks his father, Jefferson, “Do you really hate Spider-Man?” The answer is yes.
Miles has other family, though: his bachelor uncle — a familiar type in the annals of queer narrative — estranged from Jefferson on account of some never-fully specified deviance. Uncle Aaron teaches Miles how to flirt by role-playing with him — they take turns being the man, administering seductive “shoulder-touches” — then gets him bitten by a radioactive homosexu- uh, spider. While mourning the one person he knows to be like him, the dead Peter Parker, Miles encounters numerous alternate-dimension Spider-People, all without their Mary Janes, intimidatingly adept at detecting their kind.