The Crow (2024), reviewed by A.A. Dowd. Narrated by Mark Medina.
After years of delays, a new version of The Crow has finally flown into theaters. But even with a gamely brooding Bill Skarsgård in the title role, it’s a shadow of the 1994 version – a more generically operatic superhero movie that lacks the flashy style and Gen X attitude that made the original an instant sensation with goth kids of all ages. And despite some fruitful tweaks (like devoting more time to the doomed romance The Crow is avenging), it’s not different enough to compensate for the ways it fails to match the splashy, moody dumb fun of what came before it – or, for that matter, the morbid star power of the late Brandon Lee. Maybe there’s just something futile about trying to raise this story from the graveyard of Hollywood franchises.
After years of delays, a new version of The Crow has finally flown into theaters. But even with a gamely brooding Bill Skarsgård in the title role, it’s a shadow of the 1994 version – a more generically operatic superhero movie that lacks the flashy style and Gen X attitude that made the original an instant sensation with goth kids of all ages. And despite some fruitful tweaks (like devoting more time to the doomed romance The Crow is avenging), it’s not different enough to compensate for the ways it fails to match the splashy, moody dumb fun of what came before it – or, for that matter, the morbid star power of the late Brandon Lee. Maybe there’s just something futile about trying to raise this story from the graveyard of Hollywood franchises.
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