Eddie Brock’s having some trouble with the Symbiote again. I know, jesus, every fucking Venom story is the Symbiote tussling with its host, whether it’s Eddie Brock, Flash Thompson, yo’ momma’s fat ass whoever! Venom turns to a Vietnam vet called Rex for help and the secret history of the Symbiotes is revealed as a new big bad appears to fight Denim. Ah, Eminem - remember when he was cool? If you don’t know what I’m talking about, check out his song for the Venom movie.
Rrrrrrubbish! The story isn’t at all interesting, Eddie/Venom remain the dullest of protagonists, staggering along without a purpose to explain why they have their own series, and Miles Morales cameos for no other reason than to remind us that Venom was originally a Spider-Man villain. Giant goofy Venom monsters appear because dumb.
Donny Cates is obviously a huge fan of Jason Aaron’s Thor run, particularly The God Butcher storyline, which he tries to feebly copy and even references in this book. Except Cates suffers from the comparison as he isn’t even half the writer Aaron is and, while I didn’t like The God Butcher, it’s still head and shoulders above this tripe!
As contrived as Knull, the God of Symbiotes is, there’s so little about Venom that’s interesting, I can at least understand Cates expanding his world by introducing a new villain to battle. Still, Knull (and void – arf!) is such a corny villain. Why did he stop the story dead to monologue his convoluted and utterly pointless life story? Oh right: for the audience. And because Cates couldn’t figure out any other way to do it than to artlessly shove it in. How can Venom suddenly fly? Because Cates wrote himself into a corner. Why didn’t the Symbiote sense who Rex was right off the bat? Because then there wouldn’t be any “mystery” to Cates’ awful story.
Venom is a terrible character and Donny Cates is a terrible writer – they deserve each other! And Venom, Volume 1: Rex is a terrible comic, living up to its title's poisonous connotations. That’s the last thing I read with Cates’ name on the cover – good riddance!
Rrrrrrubbish! The story isn’t at all interesting, Eddie/Venom remain the dullest of protagonists, staggering along without a purpose to explain why they have their own series, and Miles Morales cameos for no other reason than to remind us that Venom was originally a Spider-Man villain. Giant goofy Venom monsters appear because dumb.
Donny Cates is obviously a huge fan of Jason Aaron’s Thor run, particularly The God Butcher storyline, which he tries to feebly copy and even references in this book. Except Cates suffers from the comparison as he isn’t even half the writer Aaron is and, while I didn’t like The God Butcher, it’s still head and shoulders above this tripe!
As contrived as Knull, the God of Symbiotes is, there’s so little about Venom that’s interesting, I can at least understand Cates expanding his world by introducing a new villain to battle. Still, Knull (and void – arf!) is such a corny villain. Why did he stop the story dead to monologue his convoluted and utterly pointless life story? Oh right: for the audience. And because Cates couldn’t figure out any other way to do it than to artlessly shove it in. How can Venom suddenly fly? Because Cates wrote himself into a corner. Why didn’t the Symbiote sense who Rex was right off the bat? Because then there wouldn’t be any “mystery” to Cates’ awful story.
Venom is a terrible character and Donny Cates is a terrible writer – they deserve each other! And Venom, Volume 1: Rex is a terrible comic, living up to its title's poisonous connotations. That’s the last thing I read with Cates’ name on the cover – good riddance!
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