Venom

I’ll give this much credit to Venom, Sony and Marvel’s standalone feature centered on Spider-Man’s violent villain/anti-hero counterpart from the comics: He’s treated better here than the emo Peter Parker third banana who was awkwardly inserted into 2007’s Spider-Man 3. (As those who saw Spider-Man 3 can attest, that’s not saying much.) In development limbo for a decade, the Venom movie attached itself as spin-off projects to both the Sam Raimi and Marc Webb Spider-Man franchises like the goopy alien parasite at the center of its story, before finally taking shape within its own, dark, gritty, violent universe safe from the colorful, friendly neighborhood confines of Spidey. For some fans, this was a promising development, carrying with it the potential for madcap banter between host and hosted mixed possibly with a heavier examination of the inner struggle between good and evil within the human mind. That film could have established a tonal middle ground between Deadpool and Logan—a symbiosis, if you will—and served as a delicious helping of mainstream R-rated superhero goodness.
Instead, thanks to Sony forcing the project back into PG-13 in a misguided attempt to reconnect it to Spider-Man, and some slapdash scripting that tries too hard to give our chaotic neutral protagonists traditional superhero motives, we’ve been served a sporadically entertaining but frustrating mess. Carrying a moody color palette that was so dark and muted that I had to check with the press screening projectionist to make sure the brightness settings weren’t off, and chock full of Cronenbergian body horror, I can’t think of a single MCU fan who would be attracted to it. On the other hand, those in the audience craving carnage on par with the raging slaughter machine that is the titular character instead get a neutered version of Venom from which the camera cuts away as soon as things begin to get good and gooey. The result is akin to a parent who begrudgingly takes the kids to an R-rated movie and spends half the time covering their eyes. As a result, it’s hard to pinpoint an audience that would truly enjoy this on its own wishy-washy merits.
Hardy’s go-for-broke performance provides some meager fuel that gives Venom a modicum of fun forward momentum. His Eddie Brock is not the aggressive opportunist of the comics, but a meek, likable loser whose own ethical lapse in his reporting on Carlton Drake (Riz Ahmed), an Elon Musk-type egotist obsessed with alien/human hybridization, loses him his job and fiancée (Michelle Williams).