Venom: The Last Dance

Watching Venom: The Last Dance felt like stumbling into a two-hour Sony-branded music video where the plot took a backseat to licensing flexes. The pacing? Nonexistent. Blink once, and you’re already at the “boss fight” that isn’t even the boss fight because Sony lured us in with the promise of Knull only to swap them out like a DJ dropping the wrong beat.

The supposed bond between Eddie and Venom—one of the franchise’s most vital elements—felt disappointingly shallow. Instead of diving into the complex, messy, and fascinating dynamic between them, the film skimmed the surface, leaving their relationship feeling undercooked and uninspired.

Tom Hardy was, as always, fantastic, but the script didn’t give him the space to fully unleash his potential. We needed more of that raw, gritty, unhinged energy he brought to Mad Max: Fury Road—a version of Eddie that could match Venom’s chaotic spirit. Instead, we got a muted, restrained performance that felt more like Eddie on autopilot than Eddie in symbiosis.

By the end, I wasn’t rooting for Eddie or Venom—I was rooting for the credits to roll. If this was their Last Dance, someone please call the DJ and shut it down. Sony – in the words of the great JJ Jameson, please give us what we want – Spider-Man!