The Venom of the 80s and 90s, the one who was everything Spider-Man wasn't, has given way to an alien in need of Prozac. And even Eddie Brock has become a sadsack loser of epic proportions. Aw, your girlfriend left you because you're a selfish jerk who cost her her career so now you'll wallow in self-pity and mope through the whole movie?
I guess so.
Tom Hardy is great in everything. Locke, Peaky Blinders, even The Dark Knight Rises. But he's wasted here. Shall I say it? Topher Grace was a better Brock. Brock is an arrogant jerk and Topher played it to the hilt.
OK, Venom/Eddie are the protagonists so they need to be likable. But when Venom tells Eddie he's actually a loser (like you, Eddie) back on his home planet, we've jumped the shark.
The action is fine. I thought the first chase scene with Eddie on the motorcycle was fun, but the final battle lacked any sort of excitement.
But at 94 minutes - gosh, are movies even made that short anymore? - it moves along quickly. So that's good. Again, maybe the length is its greatest detriment. We don't learn anything about anyone, or anything. The movie pulls us from scene to scene without ever explaining anything. It's all eye candy with no thought of providing, well, thought.