Come a little closer and let me whisper one of my deepest, darkest secrets in your ear:
“I enjoyed “Morbius.”
That may not be something that’s easy to admit, but this critically panned Marvel movie from director Daniel Espinosa doesn’t really deserve all the hate it’s getting. It’s not a stellar (or even one of the better) comic book cinematic entries, but I found the origin story of a biochemist turned vampire to be entertaining, warts and all.
Michael Morbius (Jared Leto) has a rare blood disorder and devotes his life to finding a cure for others who are also suffering from the disease. After early animal tests show promise, the doctor decides he will be the first human to give his new experimental treatment — which involves injecting himself with blood from bats — a trial run. It works, but has horrific side effects as Morbius develops a thirst for blood.
It’s a solid vampire movie that’s oddly satisfying, even though it feels like there are chunks of story missing. The editing is a mess, and the effects aren’t much better. There’s nothing about the film that’s special or memorable. It’s extraordinarily generic.
The film’s best element is its lead actor. Leto seems right at home in a role that feels tailor-made for him, if not a character he was born to play. He’s just as strange as his alter ego, and it’s a fully realized and wholly committed performance from the actor. It’s a complex character even if the film doesn’t feel that way, especially as Morbius tries to weigh his desire to do good with his need to feed. He’s the type of antihero that you want to root for.
The film doesn’t deliver a lot of high notes, but it’s not unwatchable (especially if you enjoy the vampire genre). “Morbius” is not as great as you’d hoped, but not as bad as you feared.
By: Louisa Moore