This new adaptation of *The Crow* isn’t a terrible movie, but it’s essential to approach it with an open mind and avoid direct comparisons to the iconic 1994 version. The film certainly has its flaws, primarily a lack of emotional depth and feeling—key elements that are vital in any Crow story. The original comic is steeped in themes of love, pain, and loss, and unfortunately, this version misses that mark.
Director Rupert Sanders has proven his ability to handle emotional narratives, as seen in *Ghost in the Shell*, so it’s puzzling why this film falls short. Perhaps the issue lies with the screenwriters, Baylin and Schneider, who may not fully grasp the profound themes of trauma and love that define the source material.
Bill Skarsgård delivers a commendable performance given the material, and I was pleasantly surprised by FKA Twigs, who brought a unique energy to her role. However, Danny Huston’s portrayal of Vincent Roeg felt lackluster and uninspired, leaving his character feeling dull and forgettable.
I do appreciate the filmmakers’ effort to craft an original story rather than relying solely on nostalgia, which is often the pitfall of many reboots today. While this movie may not deserve the harsh criticism I anticipate it will receive, it ultimately fails to capture the essence of what makes *The Crow* special. It's a decent watch, but for true fans, it simply doesn’t hold up as a worthy Crow story.