I’m losing hope with every movie that DC or Marvel releases that any of them will feel like standalone films ever again. They all hit the same beats, every single time, and some character (typically the protagonist) comes out stronger than ever at the end, prepared for the big ensemble movie coming summer 20XX. It’s hard to feel like the little story of Spider-Man dealing with a local arms dealer has any weight at all when the movie can’t stop reminding you that international organizations are preparing for intergalactic war.
In the case of this movie, there’s something about knowing that there are millions of mutants worldwide doing all kinds of public-facing shit that robs this premise of much of its tension. In a haunted house movie, you only know the house, and the people in the house. It creates necessary claustrophobia, and forces you to only think of and, therefore, care about the few characters in the house, even if they suck.
The scope of these established universes is a disservice to the smaller stories the movies are trying to tell, basically. I don’t think I expected to have a problem with how sprawling these comic book movies have become, but that’s the way it goes when you know without a shadow of a doubt this film, Logan, hell even Wonder Woman are all just blips in a larger story.