Morbius Review: Jared Leto’s superhero film is a work of shameless corporate desperation

D: Daniel Espinosa. Cast: Jared Leto, Matt Smith, Adria Arjona, Jared Harris, Al Madrigal, Tyrese Gibson. 15, 104 minutes.

Somewhere in the middle diseasea film about a Spiderman Villain not including Spider-Man I was ready to type. get up and go Moving to a mountain cabin in Switzerland and just never bothering with Sony’s Spider-Man-less Spiderman universe again and again. It’s too much effort with too little reward.

There’s no reason it should all be so complicated. Morbius is a good opponent in the comics. Even the film’s default origin story could have fit nicely in the sidelines of a Spider-Man excursion: Michael Morbius (Jared Leto), the inventor of fake blood and a man so humble he turned down the Nobel Peace Prize, lives with one Disease that is needs three blood transfusions a day to survive. Fear of his own mortality corrupts him, so he flies to Costa Rica to track down a rare species of blood-sucking bats (what’s more terrifying than a vampire? A vampire with colonialist ambitions). He mixes his DNA into human blood and – boa boom – he’s now Nosferatu for the hot-topic generation. Morbius looks like Jared Leto with added highlight shimmer. It can fly through air currents, leaves smoke trails in its wake, and has wobbly ears capable of echolocation. Sometimes he wears a kagoul. It’s all pretty simple.

Sony has loaned Spider-Man out for the foreseeable future due to its deal with Disney’s Marvel Studios. But apparently unable to just sit on its pile of cash and enjoy the view, the studio has pushed ahead with its own franchise, one that continually implies the existence of Spider-Man without confirming which of the three existing Spider- Men – Holland, Garfield, Maguire – we’re talking about. disease follows two Venom films, and in this one there is a single, indirect reference to this character. It will follow Kraven the Hunter. Who knows how he fits in there. After all, Sony had enough faith in director Andy Serkis to entrust him with last year’s sequel Venom: Let there be carnage. There was a voice. A bit of originality in its central romcom conceit. diseasefrom top to bottom, is a work of shameless corporate desperation.

Nor can it be described as the wild, unbound disaster that some have been secretly hoping for, as that would involve some level of creative risk. No, this is the tasteless product of far too many board meetings where everything director Daniel Espinosa offers has been reduced to the level of pure “content”. I’m not sure if it’s even meant to be a movie in the traditional sense. It’s more of a two-hour prelude to a post-credits scene that just so happens to be one of the sloppiest hoaxes ever brought to screen. disease also has no end. It just cuts to the credits when everyone has had enough.

Elsewhere, the screenplay by Matt Sazama and Burk Sharpless largely submits to Leto’s overwhelming desire to act. He shouts. He throws things. He contorts his body. It’s an expression with no real character, nor the fallback of a quirky Italian accent à la House Gucci. Morbius learns to control his powers without much effort, so the majority of the film is devoted to Leto, who monologues how only artificial blood can keep him alive for so long. Eventually he has to start sipping the red stuff. About halfway through the film, Matt Smith, who plays Morbius’ BFF Milo, gets into some acting as well. An entire superhero vehicle is reduced to two guys trying unsuccessfully to convince us that they did it for the art, not the money.

In Espinosa’s defense, here are spooky traces of a film with horror aspirations. We see blood splattered on glass windows, flickering lights in a hospital corridor, and dimly lit nightclubs. There’s violence, but always hinted at – lost somewhere in all that messy editing that seems so unsure of what a vampire in battle should look like that it just turns every action scene into an indescribable blur. It’s humorless where it should be silly, if only to acknowledge how much Morbius’ wrinkled, snarling vampire face makes him look like he’s about to be impaled by Buffy. Conversely, it also puts humor in all the wrong places — “You don’t want to see me when I’m hungry,” Morbius says during a sub-zero applause police questioning.

All in all, disease is a film that’s more frustrating than joyfully inept. And if superhero movies are really going to dominate modern cinema for the next decade or so, we should be allowed at least some healthy competition between studios. I hope Sony can fight back better in the future.

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