MOVIE REVIEW: “SATURDAY NIGHT” (R)

“Saturday Night” is one of those films that I really want to love but try as I might, I simply don’t. A shame because I’m a fan of director Jason Reitman. I count “Thank You For Smoking” as his strongest film and I’m also quite fond of “Juno” and “Young Adult.” Heck, I’m even a big-time supporter of the divisive “Ghostbusters: Afterlife” which, despite a little too much fan service, really hit the sweet spot for me. I wish the same could be said for “Saturday Night.”

The events in “Saturday Night” take place within the chaotic and somewhat tumultuous 90-minute time frame leading up to the very first Saturday Night Live broadcast which occurred five long decades ago. That opener would ultimately pave the way for what is arguably the most influential sketch comedy show of all time. In fact, it’s still on air to this very day. Those on hand for that most historic night on October 11th, 1974, included showrunner Lorne Michaels (Gabriel LaBelle) and SNL players, John Belushi (Matt Wood), Chevy Chase (Cory Michael Smith), Garrett Morris (Lamorne Morris), Gilda Radner (Ella Hunt), Jane Curtain (Kim Matula), Laraine Newman (Emily Fairn), and Dan Aykroyd (Dylan O’Brien.) just to name a precious few.

A solid cast here to be sure and by and large, these performers all look the part (especially O’Brien.) Additionally, they do sometimes manage to evoke the spirit of their SNL counterparts but since this movie is structured as a real-time series of events, it often feels like we’re observing shadowy reflections of these performers rather than the performers themselves, particularly where iconic SNL players like John Belushi are concerned.

The very idea of a 90-minute ramp up to the very first 90-minute live SNL broadcast is a clever and creative one but too much of this film feels forced and inauthentic. What’s more, it’s not really as intense as one would hope. It’s clear that director Reitman and his right-hand man, co-writer Gil Kenan, are going for a colorful, high-energy Aaron Sorkin-esque vibe but ultimately, the end result is a mixed bag.

It should also be noted that “Saturday Night” often paints some of its key players in an unflattering and mean-spirited light and while I’m sure there was plenty of bad behavior and conflict going on, the movie might have benefitted from showcasing a little more of a joyful side as well. I recognize that some of this stuff coming across as hyper-real is by design but still, the balance is off. And this goes beyond the smug and assholish depiction of Chase, which if I’m being honest, wasn’t all that surprising given some of the things that have been written and said about the man through the years.

More problematic is the fashion in which legends like Jim Henson are depicted. He’s portrayed as an uptight dork and that felt disingenuous at best (even by comedy standards), particularly after watching the recent documentary, “Jim Henson: Idea Man.” Likewise, Milton Berle comes across as an arrogant gangster type and while this legend was known for being a bit prickly in real life, he was also a beloved personality referred to as Mr. Television. It would have been nice to see a little of that. Still, JK Simmons is pretty damn funny in the role.

For all of its flaws, “Saturday Night” isn’t without its moments and Reitman, Kenan and crew are to be commended for keeping the proceedings brisk and for making sure they kept the run time under 2 hours. That being said, perhaps the biggest compliment I can pay this hit-and-miss tribute to the old school SNL, is that I’d much rather watch it than any full episode of “Saturday Night Live” from the last 5 years and that’s certainly saying something.  

Phil Lesh, the bassist for the Grateful Dead who propelled many of its wildest musical explorations yet also composed and sang one of its loveliest songs, “Box of Rain,” has died. He was 84.

An announcement on Lesh’s instagram account went out on Friday: “Phil Lesh, bassist and founding member of The Grateful Dead, passed peacefully this morning. He was surrounded by his family and full of love. Phil brought immense joy to everyone around him and leaves behind a legacy of music and love. We request that you respect the Lesh family’s privacy at this time.” No cause of death has been reported at this time.

Just this week, Lesh and the Dead’s other founders were announced as the 2025 recipients of the Recording Academy’s prestigious MusiCares Persons of the Year award in recognition of the band’s philanthropy and cultural impact. An all-star tribute concert is planned for Jan. 31 at the Los Angeles Convention Center.

A classically trained musician who harbored an affection for jazz and the avant-garde, Lesh was something of an outlier within the Grateful Dead, a group whose two lead vocalists, Jerry Garcia and Bob Weir, were grounded in folk, bluegrass and blues. A rock ’n’ roll novice when he joined the nascent Dead in 1964, Lesh helped shape the band’s psychedelic aesthetic, especially during its early days when members devoted a portion of their time to exploring the possibilities of the recording studio. Although Lesh never lost his appetite for experimentation, he also honed his skills as a songwriter as the group re-embraced its folk roots on its pivotal early-1970s albums, “Workingman’s Dead” and “American Beauty.” “Box of Rain,” a tribute to Lesh’s late father that marked the bassist’s first lead vocal on a Grateful Dead record, was the pinnacle of this period, but he also had co-writing credits on “Truckin’,” “Cumberland Blues,” “St. Stephen” and “New Potato Caboose,” all crucial parts of the Dead’s songbook.

Grateful Dead biographer David Browne wrote of Lesh, “Beneath that affable exterior lay a taskmaster and perfectionist.” During the band’s first decade of fame, those tendencies manifested in the studio — he sculpted large segments of the aural collages on their second album, “Anthem of the Sun” — and on the stage, where he was one of the vocal advocates for their Wall of Sound, an innovative concert PA system that helped set the standard for arena rock, and also drove the band toward an extended hiatus from the road in 1975. Lesh later claimed that the Dead “was wildly successful for me until we took the break from touring [in 1975]. When we came back, it was never quite the same. Even though it was great and we played fantastic music, something was missing.”

Lesh remained with the Dead through their unexpected upswing in popularity in the late 1980s and early ’90s, a revival partially fueled by the band’s only Top 40 hit, “Touch of Grey.” He nevertheless was a bit of a diminished presence in the group’s later years, and neither wrote nor sang on the group’s final two studio albums. After the Dead disbanded following Garcia’s death in 1995 — a passing that came a year after their induction into the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame — Lesh kept the group’s adventurous spirit alive through a series of musical offshoots, alternating between explicitly solo projects like Phil Lesh and Friends and teaming up with his former bandmates in the Other Ones, Furthur and the Dead. Throughout these excursions, he attempted to stay true to the band’s initial guiding spirit: “The major factor with the Grateful Dead doing what they did and what we’re trying to do still is the Group Mind. When nobody’s really there, there’s only the music. It’s not as if we’re playing the music … the music is playing us.”

Phillip Chapman Lesh was born on March 15, 1940, in Berkeley. Raised in the Bay Area by working parents, he spent many hours with his grandmother. Hearing broadcasts of the New York Philharmonic drift out of his grandmother’s room sparked a love for music. Lesh persuaded his parents to let him learn to play the violin, eventually abandoning the instrument in his early teens. He switched to trumpet, developing such an intense interest in playing that his parents moved the family back to Berkeley so he could take advantage of the city’s high school music program.

Growing up in Berkeley at the peak of the Beat era, Lesh spent time at bohemian hot spots such as the bookstore City Lights and the Co-Existence Bagel Shop. Initially, college was a bit of a struggle. He dropped out halfway through his first semester at San Francisco State, moving back home to attend the College of San Mateo, and soon transferred to the University of California, Berkeley. His interest in the Beats deepened, complemented by an interest in experimental music, a passion he shared with his friend, keyboardist Tom Constanten. Enamored by the works of Thomas Wolfe in college, Lesh briefly considered pursuing literature academically but he was drawn back to music. Stravinsky’s “Rite of Spring” opened a door, as did the improvisational adventures of John Coltrane. He drew further inspiration from composer Charles Ives, claiming, “The music of Ives contains the world. … It sounds like the inside of your head when you’re day dreaming.”

The Grateful Dead’s Jerry Garcia, left, and Phil Lesh onstage at San Francisco’s Orpheum Theater in 1976 .

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Volunteering as a recording engineer at the noncommercial radio station KPFA, Lesh also spent time attending folk cafes, entering social circles that led him toward Garcia, a folk guitarist with a flair for bluegrass. After Lesh heard Garcia sing the ballad “Matty Groves” at a party in 1962, the pair became fast friends, leading Lesh to record a tape of Garcia that aired on KPFA. It would take a while before the pair chose to collaborate. Lesh dropped out of UC Berkeley and headed to Las Vegas in the summer of 1962, living with Constanten’s family until they’d had enough of the bohemian in their midst. Taking a Greyhound bus back to Palo Alto, Lesh whiled away a few years rooming with Constanten and working at the post office as he composed classical music. Early in 1965, he went to see the Warlocks — the folk-rock group Garcia formed with guitarist Bob Weir, drummer Bill Kreutzmann and keyboardist Ron “Pigpen” McKernan. Garcia wound up asking Lesh to join the Warlocks as bassist. The fact that Lesh didn’t know how to play bass and only recently had developed an interest in rock ’n’ roll, let alone shown an inclination to play it, caused no concern.

While learning to play bass in the Warlocks, Lesh developed an elastic, melodic style that became as much a Dead signature as Garcia’s winding guitar leads. Once Lesh discovered a single credited to another band called the Warlocks, he had the group and selected associates convene at his apartment to decide upon a new name — a process that came to a standstill until Garcia plucked “the Grateful Dead” from a dictionary.

The Grateful Dead made its debut at one of Ken Kesey’s Acid Tests in 1965. Over the next year, the band would be a fixture at these psychedelic events, cultivating relationships with such figures as their manager Rock Scully and Owsley Stanley, a manufacturer of LSD who helped keep the Dead afloat during their early years; under the moniker “Bear,” he’d become the band’s sound engineer, a passion he shared with Lesh.

By the fall of 1966, the Dead signed with Warner Bros. Records, the label giving the group artistic control as well as unlimited studio time. After quickly cutting the Dead’s eponymous debut album in 1967, Lesh and Garcia soon would take advantage of this clause, spending an inordinate amount of time experimenting in the studio for “Anthem of the Sun” — the first record to feature the Dead’s second drummer, Mickey Hart, as well as Lesh’s college friend Constanten, whose time with the band was brief — and “Aoxomoxoa,” an album they wound up recording twice as they adapted to a new 16-track recorder they acquired. Faced with mounting debt, the band took that 16-track recorder to capture live performances at the Fillmore West and the Avalon, making “Live/Dead,” the album that righted them financially with Warner while also capturing the open-ended improvisations the band played onstage.

The Grateful Dead in 1970, clockwise from top left: Bob Weir, Phil Lesh, Bill Kreutzmann, Ron “Pigpen” McKernan, Mickey Hart and Jerry Garcia.

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Despite the promise of “Live/Dead,” the Grateful Dead remained on rocky ground in the early 1970s. Nineteen members of their entourage were arrested for drug possession in New Orleans in January 1970 — the event became part of Dead lore when lyricist Robert Hunter immortalized the bust on “Truckin’” — and they’d discover by the end of the year that Lenny Hart, father of Mickey, who was brought aboard in a management role, embezzled much of their money. During all this, the band was able to record two pivotal studio albums: “Workingman’s Dead” and “American Beauty,” lively, folk-inflected rock ’n’ roll records that contained many of the band’s enduring songs, including “Uncle John’s Band,” “Casey Jones,” “Friend of the Devil,” “Sugar Magnolia” and Lesh and Hunter’s “Box of Rain.”

The inner workings of the Grateful Dead remained fluid in the early 1970s, as the band sustained membership turnover — Mickey Hart returned to the group after an absence, Pigpen retired from the band a year before his 1973 death; his time overlapped with his replacement, Keith Godchaux, who brought along his wife, Donna, as a backing vocalist — and failed business ventures, such as running their own record label. Despite this turmoil, the Dead stabilized in some senses after the twin successes of “Workingman’s Dead” and “American Beauty” established the band’s parallel paths: Onstage they’d chart the outer limits of their sound while attempting to focus on songcraft in the studio.

During the first half of the 1970s, the two avenues proved equally fruitful, but after the triple-live album “Europe 72,” the scales started to tip toward the group’s stage work, at least for their legion of fans known as Deadheads. Deadheads traded amateur recordings of Dead concerts in a practice endorsed by the band. These recordings helped build their fan base throughout the 1970s and ’80s and sustained their popularity long after the band was an active concern. These live recordings had an appeal beyond Deadheads: The group’s May 8, 1977, concert at Cornell University was placed into the National Recording Registry of the Library of Congress in 2011.

The band’s success as a road act eventually caused strain on its members, especially after the cumbersome, expensive tour of 1974, where their music was piped through their custom-made “Wall of Sound,” consisting of more than 600 speakers standing 40 feet high and 70 feet wide. Lesh wrote in his memoir “Searching for the Sound” that “this period (about forty gigs) remains to this day the most generally satisfying performance experience of my life with the band,” but the costs of touring with the system were prohibitive. Once the tour wound down, the Grateful Dead decided to stop performing for the foreseeable future.

As Garcia busied himself with “The Grateful Dead Movie,” hoping a theatrical release of October 1974 shows at the Winterland would satisfy audiences wanting to see live Dead, Lesh entered an aimless period. After collaborating with electronic composer Ned Lagin on the 1975 album “Seastones,” he started to drift and consume too much alcohol. He later remembered, “I didn’t know whether (the band) was ever going to start up again. I’ll be honest with you — that drove me to drink. That fear. I didn’t have a future. I didn’t have any side bands. The Grateful Dead was my band. I helped create it.”

Although the hiatus didn’t last long, it was enough to shift the momentum for Lesh. No longer singing high harmonies — he’d damaged his vocal cords, a condition exacerbated by his alcoholism — Lesh also receded from songwriting, gradually feeling disconnected from the AOR-oriented albums the band made for Arista. He told Dead biographer Browne, “I wasn’t deeply involved in those records. I felt like a sideman.”

Lesh’s fog started to lift in 1982 when he met a waitress named Jill Johnson. Two years later, they married, eventually raising two sons. Family life suited Lesh: He stopped drinking and took his boys on the road. Lesh hadn’t been the only member of the Grateful Dead to battle substance abuse, but in the late 1980s, the entire group had a moment of collective clarity that coincided with the sunny, celebratory “Touch of Grey” becoming an unexpected hit in 1987.

The Grateful Dead in the mid-’80s: Jerry Garcia, from left, Bob Weir, Phil Lesh, Brent Midland (seated), Bill Kreutzman and Mickey Hart.

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“Touch of Grey” introduced a new generation of fans to the Grateful Dead, many much rowdier than the Deadheads who had followed the group through the years. “Its effects were dramatic,” recalled Lesh. “It brought in a number of young people who didn’t really have a feel for the scene and the ethos surrounding it, which was considerable after two decades. We were thrilled with the interest in the band, but it just stood everything on its head. More people wanted to see us, so we had to play larger venues. Playing in front of larger crowds resulted in a loss of intimacy, and for me the experience was all downhill from there.”

Garcia reacted to the increased attention on the Grateful Dead by retreating to the heroin addiction that led to his death from a heart attack on Aug. 9, 1995. The Dead disbanded in the wake of Garcia’s passing. Lesh quickly faced his own health problems: In 1998, he had a successful liver transplant after having a chronic hepatitis C infection. Lesh crept back into action with Phil Lesh and Friends, a collective built on Bay Area musicians that initially played benefit concerts. By 1999, he rejoined Bob Weir, Mickey Hart and latter-day Dead associate Bruce Hornsby in the Other Ones, but his tenure in the group was brief. He and drummer John Molo left in 2000 to concentrate on Phil Lesh and Friends. Warren Haynes, the Allman Brothers Band guitarist who played often with Friends around this time, said, “Phil faced down death and came out the other side and has basically decided to do exactly what he wants with no compromise. That means a band which maintains the Dead’s improvisational quality, while also being more structured.”

Phil Lesh and Friends proved to be successful, eventually outdrawing Weir’s band Ratdog early in the 2000s. Lesh led the band through one studio album — 2002’s “There and Back Again,” featuring songs co-written by Robert Hunter — but that wound up being his last collection of original songs. He returned to the Grateful Dead fold in 2003 as part of the Dead, a touring entity featuring all four surviving members of the original band. The Dead drifted apart after a 2004 tour, so Lesh turned his attention to “Searching for the Sound: My Life With the Grateful Dead,” an autobiography published in 2005. He spent 2006 successfully battling prostate cancer.

Phil Lesh of The Dead performing in 2004.

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After receiving a Lifetime Achievement Award from the Grammys in 2007, the Dead reunited to play a pair of benefit shows for Barack Obama’s presidential campaign in 2008. Lesh and Weir continued with Furthur, which reconnected to the adventurous improvisations of the Grateful Dead’s spacier excursions. Furthur stayed together for five years, during which time Lesh and his family opened up a performing venue and restaurant called Terrapin Crossroads in San Rafael. Inspired by Levon Helm’s Midnight Ramble shows in Woodstock, Terrapin Crossroads featured many informal jam sessions headed by Lesh, who often played with his now grown sons as the Terrapin Family Band; he also brought incarnations of Phil Lesh and Friends to the venue.

Lesh decided to retire from touring after the disbandment of Furthur but he agreed to participate in “Fare Thee Well: Celebrating 50 Years of the Grateful Dead,” a collection of three concerts touted as the last time the four original surviving members of the Grateful Dead would perform together. Although Weir, Kreutzmann and Hart decided to soldier on as Dead & Company, Lesh opted out; this year, Dead & Company played an acclaimed 30-date residency at the state-of-the-art Sphere venue just off the Las Vegas Strip. Lesh kept Terrapin Crossroads as his performing home base through its closure in 2021, stepping aside for various festival appearances with Phil Lesh and Friends, notably joining Wilco’s Jeff Tweedy and Nels Cline to play a set as Philco at the Sacred Rose Festival in 2022.

Lesh is survived by his wife, Jill, sons Grahame and Brian and grandson Levon.

Have you ever heard of “Middle Book Syndrome”? For those who haven’t heard of it, this phrase accompanies complaints that the installment had no point: nothing happened, the characters went in circles, and the plot only served to get to the third book. Well, Venom: The Last Dance manages to get this syndrome while being the final film in this trilogy. And that’s not a good start to a review of a character that I love in comic books and other media.

Title: Venom: The Last Dance
Production Company: Columbia Pictures, Marvel Entertainment, Arad Productions, Matt Tolmach Productions, Pascal Pictures, Hutch Parker Entertainment, and Hardy Son & Baker
Distributed by: Sony Pictures Releasing
Directed by: Kelly Marcel
Produced by: Avi Arad, Matt Tolmach, Amy Pascal, Kelly Marcel, Tom Hardy, and Hutch Parker
Written by: Tom Hardy & Kelly Marcel
Starring: Tom Hardy, Chiwetel Ejiofor, Juno Temple, Rhys Ifans, Stephen Graham, Peggy Lu, Clark Backo, and Alanna Ubach
Based on: Venom by Todd MacFarlane & Marvel Comics
Release dates: October 25, 2024
Running time: 109 minutes
Rating: PG

From The Void…

Venom: The Last Dance Story Summary – SPOILERS

Story Review – Some Vague Spoilers

This is the third time I’ve reviewed a Venom movie, with the first movie being favorable for an origin film, then the follow-up of Venom: Let There Be Carnage saw a slight dip on the Venom side of things, only to be saved by the Carnage side of things. Walking out of Venom: The Last Dance… I felt nothing. All I could think while watching Venom go from Horror/Action film to Comedy was this clip from The Godfather III:

I felt like they just took what should have been one of the most violent, aggressive, action-packed characters in comic books and turned him into a bickering married couple who just wanted to do anything except admit their relationship failed and divorce.

There was a movie at some point, with the vague idea of a story. Adapting the beginning to “The King in Black”, while not my favorite Venom event storyline, is at least something that a movie should be able to do well on the big screen. However, the story just feels like bookends to something else that was shoved into the middle of the film to remind us that Symbiotes are a thing and have something to do with Venom… Who is off to the side bickering with Eddie while they make their way to the B plot while avoiding the A plot as much as possible… Then have a side trip to one of the most out there non-sensical “why the fuck are they doing this” moments in film history.

Venom: The Last Dance Partners.

• Tom Hardy as Eddie Brock / Venom:
  Where I once praised Tom Hardy for being the voice of Venom as well as the actor for Eddie, by the time I was halfway through Venom: The Last Dance I was begging for it all to end. What started as “Eddie goes crazy” had become a bickering married couple, and not in a funny way. Eddie spends the majority of the film complaining. Then in the final moments, instead of connecting and feeling sad about Venom, I was almost glad because it meant the movie was almost over… and so did others as people started clapping as if it was the end of the movie.
• Chiwetel Ejiofor as Rex Strickland:
  Typical Military guy who goes power mad as he just wants to defend the world against the evil aliens who are invading and you can’t change my mind. When he does get that power, it instantly backfires on him and everything goes crazy, leading to a last-minute trust of the aliens and doing one thing to save everyone from the threat in the end. Very trope-style in acting and character.
• Juno Temple as Dr. Teddy Payne & Clark Backo as Sadie Christmas:
  I sum these two up as “Dr. Inclusion” and “Dr. Diversity”. They are two scientists, one of which has a “dead” arm due to a lightning strike hitting her shoulder (Dr. Payne), and the other who wears a Christmas Tree pin all the time because her last name is Christmas (It’s a joke… GET IT?!). Both of them spend most of their time looking longingly at the captured symbiotes like they want to make out with them and say that the symbiotes are good creatures who are running from something. They do get their wishes of being covered by symbiotes in the last act of the film, with Dr Payne getting to keep her symbiote (who doesn’t have a name, none of them do), while Christmas loses hers in battle. Meh.
• Stephen Graham as Patrick Mulligan:
  If you don’t remember Mulligan from Venom: Let There Be Carnage, then I don’t blame you. The scientists infect him with one of the symbiotes in order to keep him alive and use his body to communicate with the symbiote. He adds nothing to the plot except to give all the women who want to fuck something that looks like a monster a thing to get wet over.
• Peggy Lu as Mrs. Chen:
  She’s back in one of the most pointless cameos ever. I’m sure she was included because someone writing this shit loved her, or some idiots online created some theory about how she is the center of the Venom movies. Mrs. Chen shows up to give Eddie a moment to fix himself up, leading to “that dance scene” that killed the film completely.
• Andy Serkis as Knull:
  Ok, first of all, Serkis as Knull nails the aura of that big bad evil guy who is a threat to the world PERFECTLY. All he does is sit on a throne, covered in symbiote “ropes”, and talk about how he is going to fuck the whole universe over when he gets free and it WORKS. It’s a shame that we will probably not get a follow-up to anything he does and this epic-looking guy is going to be remembered as nothing more than bookends to one of the worst Superhero movies since Steel.

It’s Good If You Wanted A Comedy

If you try to look at Venom: The Last Dance in the same way you looked at Venom or Venom: Let There Be Carnage, then you’re going to miss what this film trilogy has become. Instead of the Lethal Protector, you get a man who is annoyed with having to do anything at all and an alien who wants to eat brains all the time and make shitty references that make no sense.

Venom: The Last Dance is a comedy movie, and if you think it’s an action or adventure movie then you have blinders on. That being said, if you view it in the same vein as The Odd Couple, a TV show that maybe 3 people besides me remember, then it is not too bad. Venom’s wisecracks land with a chuckle, and a few actual laughs at times. The sillier moments could be forgiven with this mindset too.

It’s hard to find praise for Venom: The Last Dance as I just feel numb to the movie, almost forgetting about 90% of it as I want to keep my original love and view of Venom and his adventures in New York… And yes, he finally gets to New York, and not once do they mention Spider-Man, not that he would save this shitshow of a movie.

We did get to see a little bit of blood and gore for a PG-rated film, something that this trilogy should never have been rated after Deadpool was a thing. Seeing Venom bite the heads off some villains was a step forward from the first film, but without any blood spurting, it just felt like the effects were forgotten and the edge of the scene was lost. PG rating for Venom should never have been a thing and it is one of the main things that should have been addressed by now.

Too Many Symbiotes in the Kitchen

The King in Black is a large and epic storyline that brings in all of Marvel’s roster in order to take down Knull, and with Venom being a forced stand-alone movie trilogy, there is ZERO chance that we will see Venom interact with anyone from the Marvel Cinematic Universe. Hell, they start the movie by ripping Venom out of that specific universe just to make sure that the viewer knows that there is no hope at all for a Spider-Man cameo or anything to happen in these movies.

That being said, using Knull makes Venom: The Last Dance feel like there is still one more film to go, but since his scenes are the opening of the film and then a mid-credits scene, there doesn’t feel like there was a point to having him in Venom: The Last Dance at all, even to create a reason for the Xenophages to hunt Venom down.

Venom: The Last Dance stuffers from ADHD, as in it cannot focus correctly for more than 5 seconds. Venom spends the majority of the film making his way to Las Vegas, which just happens to be near the real focus of the movie: Area 55, a hidden underground version of Area 51 where Dr Inclusion and her assistant Dr Diversity spend a lot of time looking at a returning character from Venom: Let There Be Carnage as he becomes the main character from something that can only be described as one of those Monster Fucker “Romance novels” that fill your local book shop these days. Venom: The Last Dance is an internet degenerate’s wet dream in most ways with these Scientists and their many floating space-goo monsters.

Then there is “that dance scene” aka The Last Dance as mentioned in this movie. When Venom/Eddie makes it to Las Vegas, after knocking out a drunk guy and stealing his suit (Let’s just forget that Venom can MIMIC CLOTHING! aka one of the many abilities that the writers forgot about over THREE FUCKING MOVIES!), he encounters Mrs Chen, the store clerk from the other two films who just happens to have won so much in the Casino that she has the Penthouse Suite, leading to her and Venom dancing to the ABBA song “Dancing Queen”… Well, a remix of it anyway. This scene is the point where my excitement of anything good happening died completely.

Sure, we got the big explosive action-filled final act, but by that time the damage had been done. People were getting bored, so bored that we noticed a bunch of people walking out of the film to go to the bathroom, get more popcorn, or just walk around to do anything but fall asleep in the theater chairs. When the credits started to roll, I had never seen a theater room empty so fast with people complaining about how they wasted time and money on a sub-par film.

Venom: The Last Dance… Thank God For That

My wife and I had a discussion about Venom as a trilogy of films now that it has been completed, and the conclusion we came to was that Venom: The Last Dance should have been called something different, then it could have been used to set up Carnage and Knull for the third film. We agreed that Sony blew its load too quickly with Venom: Let There Be Carnage as anything that came afterward would not be able to handle the standard that came from Carnage showing up.

Venom: The Last Dance is not the ending I would have wanted for my favorite comic book character, not at all. Venom should have been going out swinging, taking down a world-ending threat like Knull instead of making a “noble sacrifice” of holding 4 to 5 Xenophages under an acid bath, which sounds more exciting than it looked on screen. The final scene of Eddie looking at the Statue of Liberty should have been the beginning of the real adventure of Venom, not the end of a trilogy that just got even more lost along the way.