After enduring years of delays, the new iteration of The Crow has finally taken flight. Yet, despite the brooding presence of Bill Skarsgård in the titular role, this film settles into the realm of a more conventional, operatic superhero narrative, losing the vibrant style and rebellious attitude that defined its predecessor. This latest incarnation of The Crow consciously avoids attempting to replicate the original, a choice that feels both liberating and ultimately indicative of its fate as a mere footnote in cinematic history.
Under the direction of Rupert Sanders, the film loosely adapts the James O'Barr comic book that tells the tale of a man who is brutally slain, only to rise again with a mythical bird as his companion, embarking on a quest for vengeance against the gang that murdered him and his love. This modern retelling opts for a more subdued and melancholic interpretation, favoring a grimly “realistic” approach.
In this reimagining, the tortured Eric (Bill Skarsgård) and the vulnerable Shelly (FKA Twigs) share a meet-cute within the confines of a prison-like rehabilitation facility, before making their escape and attempting to forge a life together. Tragically, their past catches up with them, leading to their tragic demise in their newfound sanctuary. The script smartly dedicates time to exploring the central romance, rather than relegating it to flashy flashbacks. Yet, despite this focus, their relationship remains shallow, resembling more of a fashion magazine spread than a profound love story. Consequently, Eric’s subsequent quest for vengeance lacks the operatic heartache it desperately craves.
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Upon his demise, Eric finds himself suspended in a limbo-like afterlife that looks like a foggy dimly lit underpass. “You’d think they’d come up with something better,” remarks his enigmatic spirit guide (Sami Bouajila), a character whose purpose is to deliver exposition. This patron saint of narrative clarity isn’t far off the mark. This narrative custodian, while well-intentioned, highlights the film's struggle to convey its deeper themes.
The narrative has been adapted, presenting Eric’s reluctant agreement to hunt down the killer of his beloved—a literal servant of Satan, who barters the souls of the innocent for eternal life. While this direction adds an agreeably over-the-top twist, it still feels underdeveloped, even with Danny Huston stepping into the role of the aristocratic antagonist. He exudes a chilling presence, whispering dark incantations into the ears of unsuspecting victims, but the execution leaves a lingering sense of incompleteness. As the story unfolds, one can’t help but feel that beneath the surface, there lies a richer, more profound tale waiting to be told.
Bill Skarsgård emerges as a striking embodiment of the character, deftly navigating the delicate balance between alluring charm and unsettling eeriness. He encapsulates the ideal blend of a sensitive artist transformed into a harbinger of vengeance, marked by intricate tattoos, dramatic black eyeliner, and a sword casually slung over one shoulder. In its most captivating moments, this rendition of The Crow teeters on the edge of rock-star coolness, encapsulating an essence that is both magnetic and haunting. Yet, as the narrative unfolds, it becomes clear that this veneer of coolness is almost the only thing this character has to offer.
Despite running for under two hours, the film often feels laborious, stretching moments that could have benefited from a swifter pace. A considerable portion of the film is dedicated to Eric's drawn-out preparation to embrace the mantle of The Crow, leading to a sense of anticipation that builds yet remains unfulfilled for far too long. When the long-awaited climax finally arrives, it does offer a burst of excitement: a visually arresting and splattered rampage through an opera hall, where Skarsgård's blood-soaked journey is masterfully interwoven with a soaring soprano performance. However, the late arrival of this sequence starkly highlights how little the film has delivered prior to this moment.
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Ultimately, The Crow is not the calamity one might expect given its troubled production history. It manages to capture a degree of moody appeal and hints of style. Importantly, it never resorts to the tired trope of merely tracing over the 1994 original. However, stripped of the weight of its predecessors, what remains is a somewhat generic depiction of a vengeful vigilante—one that risks fading into obscurity.
While there are some commendable adjustments such as a more profound exploration of the tragic romance at its core, the film ultimately struggles to distinguish itself sufficiently to escape the shadows cast by its iconic predecessor. This reality underscores the inherent challenges faced when attempting to resurrect narratives from the graveyard of Hollywood franchises Devoted fans, steeped in nostalgia, are unlikely to spare a second thought for this rendition of Eric and Shelly’s tragic saga.
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