Morbius completely reshaped my very existence. Before Morbius I was partially elated to witness such a work of cinematography. When it finally came out, I was beyond stupefied. This film, on its own, manages to completely overhaul our preconceptions of modern cinema and transform it into the masterstroke that people have made it seem. I look at the reviews that praise the movie and scoff. What fools! They completely misunderstand the surreal, philosophical and existential implications of the existence of such a picture. In my heightened wisdom and ameliorated cognition, I can easily deduce the true underlying beauty behind the motion picture Morbius. To explain it via text would not do the film justice; you must experience it for yourself. I sit here, pondering if any piece of art would be able to replicate or surpass such a creation, and after some deep analysis I came to a terrifying conclusion: Morbius has completely killed the very concept of art.