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‘The Crow’ Review: Bill Skarsgard Dons the Mascara in a Slow but Stylish Re-Imagining
Lionsgate has been anxious for the latest incarnation of “The Crow” not to be branded as a remake or reboot, though in returning a dormant screen franchise to life, it does qualify as the second. It is indeed no remake, even if the script this time around takes even more liberties with the source material of J. O’Barr’s original comics than its 1994 big-screen adaptation did. That film is burned into the collective consciousness largely because Brandon Lee died in an on-set accident while making it. His career breakthrough became a memorial that would’ve been poetically morbid even without the stamp of real-life tragedy.
Comparisons driven by sentimental favoritism seldom flatter, so it’s understandable the studio hoped to banish them as far as possible. It was already going to be an uphill struggle for a long-aborning project that cycled through numerous directors, writers and stars over the last decade-plus before arriving at this finished product, with some fan loyalists and early reviewers sharpening their knives for the kill. But if you’re able to put prior “Crows” out of your head, “Snow White and the Huntsman” director Rupert Sanders’ film does work to a considerable extent on its own terms — as a dreamy fantasy thriller that’s bloody yet oddly inviting.
More slowly paced than most popcorn entertainments these days, it has a tenor less superheroic, pop-Gothic or martial-artsy than viewers may expect from previous entries. This reinvention’s contrastingly elegant yet dislocated revenge-slash-love story is no slam dunk. But neither is it an unwatchable dud.
O’Barr conceived the comic book series (which began publishing in 1989) to express grief and rage after his fiancée’s death in a collision with a drunk driver. In both graphic novel and Alex Proyas’ hit movie, the bad guys are urban criminal lowlifes, caricatured louts poised between “Dick Tracy” and a “Death Wish” sequel. Here, however, Zach Baylin and William Schneider’s script makes the villains kinky rich evildoers too well-connected to face consequences for their crimes, not unlike concurrently opening “Blink Twice.”
In an unnamed city, Shelly (Brit pop star FKA Twigs) is a singer on the rise unwisely drawn to the hedonistic scene bankrolled by shadowy tycoon Vincent Roeg (Danny Huston), who’s always on the lookout for fresh talent. At his shindigs, good people seem compelled to do bad things. When her friends Zadie (Isabella Wei) and Dom (Sebastian Orozsco) record evidence of such deeds, they are quickly found out, placing all in danger. Roeg is not to be messed with — he’s literally sold his soul to the devil, winning longevity and a luxe lifestyle in exchange for sending the souls of corrupted “innocents” you-know-where. “You go to Hell so I don’t have to,” he tells the unfortunate Zadie.
Fleeing his goons (chiefly figures played by Laura Birn, David Bowles and Karel Dobry), Shelly manages to get herself arrested, and ensures the cops send her to a fanciful state rehab facility. There, she meets Eric (Bill Skarsgard), a lanky, angsty loner she decides she likes — and why not? With his mullet, myriad tattoos and sweetly sardonic air, frequently shirtless Eric is like Pete Davidson with a world-class personal trainer. Both these supposed misfits seem like nice, attractive party people, the sorts whose surplus of cool threads and available crash pads go unexplained by any evident income or backstory. Their breezy connection accelerates once it turns out rehab lockup isn’t safe from Roeg & co., either.
The two escape, their chemistry accumulating during what’s pretty much a long falling-in-love montage — this “Crow” takes its time getting to the revenge part, unlike earlier franchise installments that relegated happy moments to flashbacks. But villainy finally catches up with the couple, who are killed. Eric then wakes up in an industrial-landscape Limbo where an entity called Kronos (Sami Bouajila) informs him he’s dead … with a caveat.
Some souls, he’s told, are guided by a crow to an afterlife. Others, too burdened by unfinished business, find their bird winging them back to the mortal plane. So long as he’s protected by the purity of his grieving love, Eric can bounce back (albeit painfully) from whatever punishment Rogue’s enforcers dish out. He spends the film’s second half lethally working his way up that chain of command, culminating in an elaborate, splattery one-man-versus-private-army confrontation intercut with an operatic performance. (That opera house must have incredible soundproofing, since patrons are oblivious to incessant gunfire just outside the auditorium.) This sequence recalls the climactic bullet ballets in Coppola’s “Cotton Club” and “The Godfather Part III,” achieving some of their self-conscious bravado.
It’s a good setpiece, and there’s a decent sendoff a bit later for Roeg, whose monicker is surely a cinephile in-joke. Elsewhere, Sanders’ “Crow” can lack urgency, but it doesn’t seem to be aiming for it. Nor does it have any real depth of emotion, despite the new conceit of Eric thinking he can somehow retrieve Shelly from the underworld, like Orpheus and Eurydice. Instead, the movie has a sort of bemused, floating quality that only occasionally feels slack.
The comics’ macabre starkness, and the first film’s ornate claustrophobia, give way to a sleek, airier look conjured up by DP Steve Annis’ widescreen compositions, well-chosen locations in Prague and Germany, the production design by Robin Brown (who’s cited Tarkovsky’s “Stalker” as one inspiration), and Kurt and Bart’s playful costumes. Special visual effects are restrained, apart from that omnipresent crow.
While Proyas’ grunge-era vision wanted its MTV bad, style and mood here have a very different, somewhat elevated flavor. Even when the violence is very “hard R,” there’s little sense of lurid pulp jollies being had. It’s satisfying enough, but has a semi-detached effect — not unlike the soundtrack choices, which lean toward slightly incongruous ’80s cuts by Joy Division, Gary Numan and the like, rather than the full-tilt, headbanging rawk Brandon Lee did his acrobatics to. The performances are effective in ways that are fairly understated given the thin character writing, avoiding overly broad strokes.
Probably there will be little call for more where this came from, or even for Skarsgard to repeat the role. Still, his and Sanders’ spin in the guyliner — a signature hero’s look that in fact doesn’t surface until late — is at the very least the best “Crow” movie released since that other one. Of course the sequels in-between were awful. But 2024’s “re-imagining” has personality and panache enough to satisfy … at least if you’re not glued to the rear-view mirror.
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FILM REVIEW: ROSE OF NEVADA – Joyzine
‘4’, the opening track on Richard D James’ (Aphex Twin) self titled 1996 album is a piece of music that beautifully balances the chaotic with the serene, the oppressive and the freeing. It’s a trick that James has pulled off multiple times throughout his career and it is a huge part of what makes him such an iconic and influential artist. Many people have laid the “next Aphex Twin” label on musicians who do things slightly different and when you actually hear their music you realise that, once again, the label is flawed and applied with a lazy attitude. Why mention this? Well, it turns out we’ve been looking for James’ heir apparent in the wrong artform. We’ve so zoned in on music that we’ve not noticed that another Celtic son of Cornwall is rewriting an art form with that highwire balancing act between chaos and beauty. That artist is writer, director and composer Mark Jenkin who over his last two feature films has announced himself as an idiosyncratic voice who is creating his very own language within the world of cinema. Jenkin’s films are often centred around coastal towns or islands and whilst they are experimental or even unsettling, there is always a big heart at the centre of the narrative. A heart that cares about family, tradition, culture, and the pull of ‘home’. Even during the horror of 2022’s brilliant Enys Men you were anchored by the vulnerability and determination of its main protagonist.
This month sees the release of Jenkin’s latest feature film, Rose of Nevada, which is set in a fractured and diminished Cornish coastal town. One day the fishing boat of the film’s title arrives back in harbour after being missing for thirty years. The boat is unoccupied. And frankly that is all the information you are going to get because to discuss any more plot would be unfair on you and disrespectful to Jenkin and the team behind the film. You the viewer should be the one who decides what it is about because thematically there are so many wonderful threads to pull on. This writer’s opinions on what it is about have ranged from a theme of sacrifice for the good of a community to the conflict within when part of you wants to run away from your roots whilst the other half longs to stay and be a lifelong part of its tapestry. Is it about Brexit? Could be. Is it about our own relationships with time and our curation of memory? Could be. Is it about both the positives and negatives of nostalgia? Could be. As a side note, anyone in their mid-40s, like me, who came of age in the 1990s will certainly find moments of warm recognition. Is the film about ghosts and how they haunt families? Could be…I think you get the point.
The elements that make the film so well balanced between chaos and calm are many. It is there in the differing performances between the brilliant two lead actors George MacKay and Callum Turner. It is there in the sound design which fluctuates from being unbearably harsh and metallic, to lulling and warm. It is there in the editing where short, sharp close ups on seemingly unimportant factors are counterbalanced with shots that are held for just that little bit too long. For a film set around the sea, it is apt that it can make you feel like you’re rolling on a stomach churning storm one minute, or a calming low tide the next. Dialogue can be front and centre or blurred and buried under static. One shot is bathed in harsh sunlight whilst the next can be drowned in interior shadows.
Rose of Nevada is Mark Jenkin’s most ambitious film to date yet he has not lost a single iota of innovation, singularity of vision or his gift for telling the most human of stories. It is a film that will tell you different things each time you see it and whilst there are moments that can confuse or beguile, there is so much empathy and love that it can leave you crying tears of emotional understanding. It is chaotic. It is beautiful. It is life……
Rose of Nevada is released on the 24th April.
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‘Hen’ movie review: György Pálfi pecks at Europe’s migrant crisis through the eyes of a chicken
A rogue chicken observes the world around it—and particularly the plight of immigrants in Greece—in Hen, which premiered at last year’s Toronto International Film Festival and is now playing in Prague cinemas (and with English subtitles at Kino Světozor and Edison Filmhub). This story of man through the eyes of an animal immediately recalls Robert Bresson’s Au Hasard Balthazar (and Jerzy Skolimowski’s more recent EO), but director and co-writer György Pálfi (Taxidermia) maintains a bitter, unsentimental approach that lands with unexpected force.
Hen opens with striking scenes inside an industrial poultry facility, where eggs are laid, processed, and shuttled along assembly lines of machinery and human hands in an almost mechanized rhythm of production. From this system emerges our protagonist: a black chick that immediately stands apart from the others, its entry into the world defined not by nature, but by an uncaring food industry.
The titular hen matures quickly within this environment before being loaded onto a truck with the others, presumably destined for slaughter. Because of her black plumage, she is singled out by the driver and rejected from the shipment, only to be told she will instead end up as soup in his wife’s kitchen. During a stop at a gas station, however, she escapes.
What follows is a journey through rural Greece by the sea, including an encounter with a fox, before she eventually finds refuge at a decaying roadside restaurant run by an older man (Yannis Kokiasmenos), his daughter (Maria Diakopanayotou), and her child. Discovered by the family’s dog Titan, she is placed in a coop alongside other chickens.
After finding a mate in the local rooster, she lays eggs that are regularly collected by the man; in one quietly unsettling scene, she watches him crack them open and cook them into an omelet. The hen repeatedly attempts to escape, as we slowly observe the true function of the property: it is being used as a transit point for migrants arriving in Greece by boat, facilitated by local criminal figures.
Like Au Hasard Balthazar and EO, Hen largely resists anthropomorphizing its animal protagonist. The hen behaves as a hen, and the humans treat her accordingly, creating a work that feels unusually grounded and almost documentary in texture. At the same time, Pálfi allows space for the audience to project meaning onto her journey, never fully closing the gap between instinct and interpretation.
There are moments, however, where the film deliberately leans into stylization. A playful montage set to Ravel’s Boléro captures her repeated escape attempts from the coop, while a romantic musical cue underscores her brief pairing with the rooster. These sequences do not break the realism so much as refract it, gently encouraging us to read emotion into behavior that remains, on the surface, purely animal.
One of the film’s central narrative threads is the hen’s search for a safe space to lay her eggs without them being taken away by the restaurant owner. This deceptively simple instinct becomes a powerful thematic mirror for the film’s human subplot involving migrant trafficking. Pálfi draws a stark, often uncomfortable parallel between the treatment of animals as commodities and the treatment of displaced people as disposable bodies moving through a similar system of exploitation.
The film takes an increasingly bleak turn toward its climax as the migrant storyline comes fully into focus, sharpening its allegorical intent. The juxtaposition of animal and human vulnerability becomes more explicit, reinforcing the film’s central critique of systemic indifference and violence. While effective, this escalation feels unusually dark, and our protagonist’s unknowing role feels particularly cruel.
The use of animal actors in Hen is remarkable throughout. The hen—played by eight trained chickens—is seamlessly integrated into the film’s world, with seamless editing (by Réka Lemhényi) and staging so precise that at times it feels almost impossible without digital augmentation. While subtle effects work must assist at certain moments, the result is convincing throughout, including standout sequences involving a fox and a dog.
Zoltán Dévényi and Giorgos Karvelas’ cinematography is also impressive, capturing both the intimacy of the hen’s low vantage point and the broader Greek landscape with striking clarity. The camera’s proximity to the animal world gives the film a distinct visual grammar, grounding its allegory in tactile observation rather than abstraction.
Hen is a challenging but often deeply affecting allegory that extends the tradition of animal-centered cinema while pushing it into harsher political territory. Pálfi’s approach—unsentimental, patient, and often confrontational—ensures the film lingers long after its final images. It is not an easy watch, nor a comfortable one, but it is a strikingly original piece of filmmaking that uses its unusual perspective to cast familiar human horrors in a stark, unsettling new light.
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Movie Review: ‘The Drama’ – Catholic Review
NEW YORK (OSV News) – Many potential brides and grooms-to-be have experienced cold feet in the lead-up to their nuptials. But few can have had their trotters quite so thoroughly chilled as the previously devoted fiance at the center of writer-director Kristoffer Borgli’s provocative psychological study “The Drama” (A24).
Played by Robert Pattinson, British-born, Boston-based museum curator Charlie Thompson begins the film delighted at the prospect of tying the knot with his live-in girlfriend Emma Harwood (Zendaya). But then comes a visit to their caterers where, after much wine has been sampled, the couple wanders down a dangerous conversational path with disastrous results.
Together with their husband-and-wife matron of honor, Rachel (Alana Haim), and best man, Mike (Mamoudou Athie), Charlie and Emma take turns recounting the worst thing they’ve ever done. For Emma, this involves a potential act of profound evil that she planned in her mind but was ultimately dissuaded from carrying out, instead undergoing a kind of conversion.
Emma’s revelation disturbs all three of her companions but leaves Charlie reeling. With only days to go before the wedding, he finds himself forced to reassess his entire relationship with Emma.
As Charlie wavers between loyalty to the person he thought he knew and fear of hitching himself to someone he may never really have understood at all, he’s cast into emotional turmoil. For their part, Rachel and Mike also wrestle with how to react to the situation.
Among other ramifications, Borgli’s screenplay examines the effect of the bombshell on Emma and Charlie’s sexual interaction. So only grown viewers with a high tolerance for such material should accompany the duo through this dark passage in their lives. They’ll likely find the experience insightful but unsettling.
The film contains strong sexual content, including aberrant acts and glimpses of graphic premarital activity, cohabitation, a sequence involving gory physical violence, a narcotics theme, about a half-dozen uses of profanity, a couple of milder oaths, pervasive rough language, numerous crude expressions and obscene gestures. The OSV News classification is L — limited adult audience, films whose problematic content many adults would find troubling. The Motion Picture Association rating is R — restricted. Under 17 requires accompanying parent or adult guardian.
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