Description
It's a mournful wallow with a hint of Northern European horror films and fables; it's a neo-noir big-bad-city movie, with buckets of rain pouring down on Soap2Day Movies. Hopefully enough time has passed to be able to say that the result, though better than it had any right to be, got extra love and affection because audiences knew so much about the trauma that gave rise to it. The ripped, buff Skarsgård doesn't have Lee's dancer-like grace and doesn't try to approximate it; if Lee's Eric Draven was a trickster imp, Skarsgård's is more of a brooding clay golem, conjured to destroy the wicked. It's a different approach, and in the end, it not only works, the film is moving almost in spite of itself. This "Crow" seems to understand.