Review: The Crow

digresssmlOriginally published June 10, 1994, in Comics Buyer’s Guide #1073

The thug is on the ground, blinking in terror and fear at his chalk-faced attacker. Unable to hide his panic, he stammers words to the effect of, “You’re dead! You’re dead! You can’t come back! This is real life! This is real! The dead don’t come back in real life!”

As I’ve mentioned in a past column, it’s an old writing trick to try and give a movie (comic book, novel, whatever) an additional air of actuality by having characters cite a particularly hard-to-swallow plot element and pointing out that such things only happen in works of fiction. The inference to be drawn is that what you’re experiencing is not a work of fiction but, in fact, something with a much greater claim to reality than mere fabrication.

Yet never has such a line had more of a sense of melancholy than in the The Crow, the beleaguered and notorious film version of James O’Barr’s highly personal and highly charged magnum opus (as in, many magnums were fired.)