Venom: The Last Dance (2024)
Venom: The Last Dance chomps as the trilogy’s end, Kelly Marcel’s 109-minute Marvel romp. Tom Hardy’s Eddie Brock and Venom flee military hunters (Chiwetel Ejiofor) while facing Knull’s symbiote invasion. Marcel’s script, with Hardy, leans chaotic—road trips, alien gods—tying loose threads with heart.
Hardy’s Eddie is a lovable wreck, his Venom banter peak bromance; a Vegas dance slays, his pain grounds.
Juno Temple’s scientist and Rhys Ifans’ oddball shine, though Ejiofor feels stiff. Fabian Wagner’s visuals—desert goo, city wrecks—are slick, Sarah Bradshaw’s score a dark hum. Action—symbiote slams, a lab siege—is bonkers, edited to pulse, but Knull’s arc rushes. The film loves outsiders, its 2024 farewell bittersweet, some craving deeper lore.
The Last Dance is Hardy’s gooey swan song, a wild ride that sticks like venom.
