Thinking about Angel Face sneaking out late at night when his parents are fast asleep. Maybe they said goodnight to him, or even tucked him in, maybe they just ignored him. Ignored. That's how he felt, how he's felt for months, for his entire life, ever since he'd learned what being a man was. To be big, to be tough, to hit and be hit, to drink and watch TV and laugh and lust after women with men. But he wasn't a man, wasn't big or tough, or made from marble like he saw on the television set in his living room. He wasn't a man, was he?
He walked, walked through the night streets, past groups of grown men, drunk off of their asses, shoving against eachother, and not caring how disgusting it was to behave that way- those were men, that was a group of men, just like TV, just like everyone older than him at school. Big and tough and hairy.
Eventually, maybe he walked past a group of men, who were leaving some closed bar, some hoisting others up off the ground, holding them steady as they walked. But unlike the other groups, it wasn't because they were drunk. No, it was because they had been beaten, had hurt eachother, fought and won and lost and bruised and broken. It was real, not some movie, a real group of men, men just like he wanted to be. And, last in the group, a man stumbled out, dressed in a mismatched outfit, and colored sunglasses, dried blood crusted to his mouth and lips, ruining his shirt.
That was it. That's all that the boy had needed to see. Men, talking and laughing together, coming out of a bar after hurting eachother. He mapped out the final man permanently in his mind's eye, taking it all in, imagined himself beside him, just as beaten and ruined and somehow better than he was now. It was perfect.
He had to get a fake ID for next week, he thought to himself, had to be there, join in. He had to become a man, no matter what it did to him.
I watched Morbius (2022) a few days ago, and in that essay I will say:
I realized I've got a really strange liking (read; partner preference) in tall, dark/blonde, traumatized men that have an insane side along with a soft side. (Ben Solo, Loki, Kaz Brekker, Anthony Lockwood, Morpheus, Sanji and now Morbius). I am not proud nor ashamed to admit that.
As a child, vampires where a topic of myths that I disliked. I mean, blood, fangs, etc. Then I watched Hotel Transilvania and I softened. Now Morbius and I wanna write a fanfic. (You know you're a writer when you see something, got interested, investigate, and wanna write about it).
Michael's representation was something I appreciate: the softness, kindness, strength, will, determination, suffering... ✨GOLD✨
As a psychology student, the huge difference between Morbius and Milo's reaction and dealing with their vampire side is a phenomenon I intend to study. Just by that, I say that the actors job was brilliant. I mean, Jared Leto? Matt Smith? 🤨 What else ye need?
The refference to Doctor Who... ✨👄✨ (or maybe I just connected it out of the blue hehe).
I'm not gonna lie: the movie could have been better. Yet, I felt it was quite THE movie. A lot of things shall happen now, since these events have place in Peter 3's universe which is also Venom's universe.
Also; I felt that Martine and Michael's reationship could have been better without a kiss. It felt rushed, unnecesary. The rest; ✨👌
I shall impatiently wait for the moment the whole Spiderverse collaps in itself and bring Miguel O'Hara the worst of headaches. I shall be laughing like Maleficent.
In conclusion: 8/10. Lets see how it continues.
One of the best things of the movie Morbius is the doctor asking Milo how much pain he has, on a one to ten, and he replays: "Eleven".
Cinema, ladies and gents.