We are Venom!

My aunt, who is bipolar, never really made a comeback from the casting of Tobey Maguire as Peter Parker in the Spider Man-movies.
"Tobey" she hissed, in the ambulance on the way to admittance, "Tobey Maguire looks like the bastard-child of an orch raping a gnome (she used to make a lot of references to fantasy, Harry Potter being her favorite movies). And that smile! What is he so damn smug about!"

She always did get to the core of things, my aunt.

"Its alright, Bettie", I petted her on her bipolar shoulder, "at least they got the Green Goblin right. Willem Dafoe has SO got the diabolical charm, presence and - not least importantly - face that one would expect on that old crazed, cross-dressing, green troll. Look at the cheekbone! Its him in the comics!"

Then came the thing:

I was young and naive in those days, not knowing that the casting-process of the Spider Man-movie enterprise had a personal grudge against me. As if Tobey and turning Willem Dafoe into a lego-nightmare wasn't enough; Kirsten Dunst for Mary-Jeane? Um, sure. And in the spirit of that, howsit about Jay Leno as Marilyn Monroe? The hits just kept coming.

Therefore, one felt that one was rather accustomed to atrocities like this by the third film. Eddie Brock, arguably the most interesting and dynamic super-villain in the Marvel-Universe, shouldn't be too hard to cast; you're looking for a scruffy, muscular man in his mid-thirties with a sort of sad, primitive charisma, as bit of an outcast, most importantly; big and muscular.

You come up with:

I ended up in the cell next to aunt Bettie, and I didn't know what to tell her. Sometimes the world is just a big, scary place, full of people who wants to do you harm.

Thats why we have things like movies, to help us escape.