From the writer of "Saving Mr Banks" and "Fifty Shades of Grey" comes "Venom: Let There Be Carnage" - the most expensive movie to ever feature M-Preg.
Eddie Brock (Tom Hardy, channelling what can only be described as "Nicolas Cage Energy") is living with super powered alien symbiote Venom (Tom Hardy, channelling more of that same energy) and has become more successful after his recent expose on imprisoned serial killer Cletus Kasady (Woody Harrelson). But there is trouble in paradise between the two lovers, compounded moreso when Kasady escapes and a cop (Stephen Graham) thinks he may have something to do with it...
This movie is... fucking hell.
I love this.
It's a hot, steaming, delicious gay dumpster fire, complete with "coming out" party for the alien; Stephen Graham playing every 70s cop cliche ever ("I got bodies piling up in the streets, and you at the centre of all of 'em!" - seriously: I kept expecting him to yell "Billy's DEAD McGarnagle! Slit his throat from ear to ear!". It's like Graham was told to play it like his Al Capone in "Boardwalk Empire" and responded "Say no more!"); screaming Banshee women (Naomi Harris, complete with the same wig she wore in "Pirates of the Caribbean"), chicken room mates; a tone best described as "90s rom com"; and Woody Harrelson in a purple suit worn by 90s nightclub owners, yeeting cars off of bridges. The only thing they've tossed out is the atrocious wig worn by Harrelson in the last film, which is probably for the best but was sorely missed by me.
It doubles down on the madcap odd-couple energy of Tom Hardy and Tom Hardy, embraces the camp and the stupid, and is entirely uninterested in plot, edge, idea or even comic book source material (thank fucking Christ) - instead deciding to give us a romp which never outstays its welcome and seems to have been played as parody of superhero movies by everybody involved.
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