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La secuela de Singer Web ve el silencio de Spider-Verse Star

Autor : Zachary Actualizar : Feb 25,2025

Jharrel Jerome, estrella de Spider-Man: a través del verse a la araña , ha vertido agua fría con la esperanza de un lanzamiento rápido para la muy esperada tercera entrega, más allá del Spider-Verse . Reveló que ni siquiera ha comenzado a grabar sus líneas.

En una entrevista con Decider, Jerome confirmó que la producción en el presunto final de la trilogía no ha comenzado, con varios aspectos aún "ser descubiertos". Este retraso no es completamente inesperado, considerando la brecha de cinco años entre la primera y la segunda película.

"No, deseo", respondió Jerome cuando se le preguntó sobre el estado de producción de la película. "Todavía no hemos comenzado. Muchas cosas se están resolviendo, pero cosas buenas".

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Si bien el papel de Jerome en la segunda película fue relativamente menor, se espera que su parte en la tercera sea significativamente mayor. Alerta de spoiler paraa través de la araña-versefinalización: Está preparado para retratar al antagonista principal. Jerome interpreta a Miles G. Morales de Earth-42, una versión de Miles que aparece en la conclusión de la película, no como Spider-Man, sino como el Prowler.

El viaje de este Miles difiere drásticamente del protagonista. La mordedura de araña radiactiva destinada a las millas principales en su lugar, mordió esta versión alternativa. En consecuencia, Miles G. Morales nunca se convirtió en Spider-Man. Tras la muerte de Peter Parker de su universo, Nueva York cayó bajo el control de los supervillanos, y finalmente se unió a sus filas.

La resolución de la narrativa, y cómo esta alternativa, la historia de Miles se cruza con la principal de Spider-Man, probablemente se desarrollará en más allá del verse a la araña . Sin embargo, los fanáticos enfrentan una espera considerable. Deadline sugiere un lanzamiento de 2026 lo antes posible, aunque mantener el calendario de lanzamiento de la película anterior lo llevará a 2028.

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