Parasites are nasty. They’re inconsiderate, rude guests, and if someone is host to one, it’s not going to be a mellow visit. Such is the case in Venom.
Eddie (Tom Hardy) wasn’t looking to have an alien organism inhabit his body and mind, he was just looking for some answers regarding a shady medical/tech/space-exploration group. He does get answers, and some uninvited parasitic company by the name of Venom. Venom’s a strong alien, able to alter and stretch its form, speak into Eddie’s thoughts, and has one of those million-dollar smiles that might make someone’s skull a snack on their journey to stop the destruction of Earth.
Venom feels like a bit of a super-antihero tantrum, and somewhat similar to a toddler’s meltdown in aisle 3. It has a generally friendly and well-behaved formula which gets angry, throws a fit, screams, fights, calms down for a second, maybe learns something, and foreshadows more composed and calculated tantrums for the future. Like many tantrums, we may ask if it’s necessary. It doesn’t do much more than simply create a scene for people to watch. It is violent, laced with language, and has its moral compass in one hand, with a magnet in the other—going nowhere new. Rather than being more thought-provoking (or intriguingly ambiguous) regarding morality and evil, it is superficial and flimsy, flattening positive aspects.
It’s simple: a parasite wants a host, and Venom wants an audience. Dove.org does not approve Venom.
The Dove Take
Venom’s parasitic plot possibilities are confined in its violent, superficial anti-heroics and morality.