Venom: Let There Be Carnage Movie Review
Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, well… what the hell was I thinking? A day after watching the three-hour-long No Time To Die, I was lured to a press screening near my home for a 90-minute movie featuring Woody Harrelson playing a psychopath—my preferred mode for one Woody Harrelson—never mind that it was a sequel to one of the most brain numbing and spectacularly weird comic book film of the last decade.
With hopes of something better, Venom: Let There Be Carnage is instead more of the same. It is dumb, bad, and a torturous 90 minutes, one that feels longer than the aforementioned James Bond flick.
The first 35 minutes are dedicated to Tom Hardy talking in schizophrenic fashion to his symbiotic compatriot, who is sexually frustrated that he can’t go around town eating people’s heads. Their banter is sometimes amusing but primarily tedious as hell; it’s the stuff you’d expect to end up in the Deleted Scenes section on a 20th Anniversary Edition, but had it all been cut we’d be dealing with a short film.
Kudos to Hardy for knowing exactly what's at play and just going at it anyway; it's like he's doing experimental theater in a big-budget popcorn film.
I don't care to recall much of what happens in the middle, but the final act is an uninteresting slog of two CGI monsters punching each other, a battle diehard Venom comic fans may appreciate but one that is low stakes and utterly predictable by every measure.
If for some unclear reason you enjoyed the first one, Venom: Let There Be Carnage is more of the same. If you know awfulness when you see it, Venom: Let There Be Carnage is more of the same. Fool me once, shame on you. But fool me twice, well… I can only blame myself.
I take that back. I blame director Andy Serkis, writer Kelly Marcel, and Sony Pictures for this painful viewing experience.
Review by Erik Samdahl unless otherwise indicated.