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Review: Weighed down by too much muck and not enough myth, a slackly remade 'The Crow' flops
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The dirty secret of urban hellscape movies drenched in rain and blood is that when it comes down to it, they don’t so much trigger worries about future blight as they do tourism fantasies. (When are theme parks going to figure out that “The Blade Runner Experience” would surely break attendance records?)
Alex Proyas’ 1994 fever dream “The Crow,” adapted from James O’Barr’s graphic novel, understood that appeal implicitly, serving up tactile gothic vengeance in a dashed Detroit with the panache of a circus grotesque. But in our current glut of movie dystopias, we’ve gotten away from that kind of immersive showmanship. Case in point, the dreary, pedestrian and ho-hum retelling of O’Barr’s story, also called “The Crow,” this time directed by Rupert Sanders. It’s like an anti-entertainment protest.
This time around, the wraithlike Bill Skarsgård is our back-from-the-dead avenger. But before he gets to ring his eyes with black paint for a slaydate with crow-powered destiny, he’s given an interminable amount of screen time to be broken, glum Eric, a loner still depressed about the death of his childhood horse (seriously) and whiling away his days in a remote rehab institution where the regulation clothing color is, for some reason, pastel pink. There, he meets musician Shelly (FKA twigs), who’s going through some things herself, namely the fact that some people are trying to kill her. Appealing to his angsty sensitivity, she breaks through his tattooed shell and Eric, smitten and protective, returns the favor by breaking them both out of the facility.
Their holed-up bliss — it’s like some insufferable audition for “Euphoria” — is halted when the henchmen of Shelly’s supernaturally evil benefactor Mr. Roeg (Danny Huston, who else?) catch up to the lovers, killing them both. Eric emerges, though, in an abandoned-rail yard netherworld teeming with crows, a dismal space where a middle-aged guide (Sami Bouajila) informs Eric he can rescue Shelly from Hell if he goes back and gets his fury on. Big plus for our boy: can’t be killed. Big minus for us: zero stakes, plus it’ll be more than an hour before any retaliation begins.
By then, when the flat gray murk of Steve Annis’ cinematography and Robin Brown’s production design have dulled your senses, you’ll be hungry for stunts and what a samurai sword can do. For the carnage queens out there, the film’s opera-house set piece probably won’t disappoint (it won’t transcend, either), but the part where invincible Eric is nonetheless supposed to feel pain — something the late Brandon Lee made so palpably human — is an afterthought.
Bill Skarsgård and FKA twigs in the movie “The Crow.”
(Larry Horricks / Lionsgate)
The love story supposedly generating all this ultraviolence is hardly captivating, and the motive behind Shelly’s killing even less so. For all we know, Eric’s payback may be as much about that horse as Shelly, a thinly realized character who will ultimately neither help nor harm twigs’ brand as an entrancing art polymath. Huston’s ready-made villainy won’t suffer either, although I’m pretty sure a shot of him closing his eyes — ostensibly in monstrous reverie — is really just an attempt to remember better gigs.
The one who should worry is Skarsgård, a talented actor with a commanding physicality and haunted eyes, but who’s still trapped in the star-tryout phase of his post-“It” breakout success. With a weak, unimaginative script by Zach Baylin and William Schneider doing him no favors, Skarsgård looks as lost as the pre-reborn Eric, never mustering enough mythic power. Despite the high body count, consider this a murder of “The Crow.”
‘The Crow’
Rating: R, for strong bloody violence, gore, language, sexuality/nudity, and drug use
Running time: 1 hour, 51 minutes
Playing: In wide release Friday, Aug. 23
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Film Review: The Killer – SLUG Magazine
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The Killer
Director: John Woo
A Better Tomorrow Films and Atlas Entertainment
Streaming on Peacock: 08.23
In late 2023, I had the opportunity to chat with legendary director John Woo, who began his career in Hong Kong, went to Hollywood and changed the face of action filmmaking around the world. One of the key points we discussed was his own cinematic influences, as well as the many younger filmmakers who have been influenced by his work. The reason that I bring this up is because as I watched The Killer, the director’s English language reimagining of his 1989 Hong Kong classic, I couldn’t help but view it through this rather specific lens.
Nathalie Emmanuel (Fast X, Game of Thrones) stars as Zee, a notorious assassin feared throughout the Parisian underworld and known as The Queen of the Dead. Zee is sent on a hit at a Paris night club by her boss and mentor, Finn (Sam Worthington, Avatar), with a strict understanding that no witnesses can remain alive. When a young singer, Jen (Diana Silvers, Space Force, Booksmart) is caught up in the melee, injured and blinded, Zee has a crisis of conscience and spares her life. This doesn’t go over well at all with Finn or his client, and after it’s made clear that the job will be finished with or without her, Zee goes to the hospital where Jen is set to be eliminated, rescues her and runs. Zee’s actions attract the attention of a sharp police investigator, Sey (Omar Sy, Jurassic World, Lupin), and Zee finds herself pursued by from all sides as she uncovers a dark criminal conspiracy and is forced to confront her own past.
The original version of The Killer was was designed to be Woo’s homage to the gangster films of Martin Scorsese, set in the Hong Kong underworld, and just as Woo was inspired by Scorsese, he has inspired other filmmakers. Woo makes more nods here to those directors who have come after than those before him. It’s hard to watch this intriguing new take on The Killer without spotting Woo’s obvious new homages to Quentin Tarantino (Zee fighting villains in a night club with a Samurai sword), The Wachowskis (lots of all black outfits, including sunglasses and trenchcoats), Steven Soderbergh (split screen sequences explaining careful planning of missions) and more. Above all else, in context, this new film is Woo taking charge of Hollywood’s longstanding desire to remake his film, doing it himself and turning it into less of a direct remake than a wistful look back at a career spanning over 50 years—an aging filmmaker’s way of metaphorically singing My Way. A sequence inside a church that creatively addresses Woo’s trademark use of doves and the original meaning of it, symbolizing spiritual peace and innocence, is surprisingly touching. It’s far more accurate to call it a reimaging of The Killer than a remake, because apart from the basics of the plot set up, this film bares little resemblance to the original. In their new take on the premise, Woo and his screenwriters, Oscar winner Brian Helgeland (LA Confidential) and the team of Josh Campbell and Matt Stuecken (10 Cloverfield Lane) have gone with a vastly different approach, giving it an international flavor and more of a spy movie feel—there’s at least as much of the John Woo who directed Mission: Impossible 2 on display here anything else—and they’ve made the title character a woman and significantly reduced the swaggering machismo factor, as well as addressed the problematic and somewhat condescending portrayal of the singer—the only significant female character in the 1989 version—as a naive and helpless waif. The significantly more complicated plot is convoluted and loses much of the simple appeal of the story, yet it’s not meant as a replacement for that film. In the context of acknowledging a Hollywood career that included Face/Off, there’s something about the added silliness of this version that only enhanced the fun for me.
Emmanuel is irresistibly charming as Zee, not even trying to fill the shoes of Chow Yun-fat and creating a new character who is hard underwritten yet more morally grounded and easy to get behind. Sy is likable as the police inspector, and the interplay between the two is quite stong. Silver gives a very satisfying performance as Jen, the one character that is hard to question as being superior to the original version. Worthington’s Irish accent is cringeworthy and cartoonish, though his acting is solid enough, particularly in the context of such a gleefully over-the-top film, and Angeles Woo (John’s daughter) adds a fun presence as Chi Mai, another assassin. The film is packed with far too many characters to keep them all straight, though most of the cast does solid, if forgettable, work.
The Killer runs a bit long, and it’s certainly nothing particularly new, but it’s a fun guilty pleasure movie that I thoroughly enjoyed as a longtime Woo fan who took joy in seeing all of his distinctive signature elements packed into over big rollicking adventure. If you can turn off your brain and view the movie as what it is, rather than holding it to the same standards as an original than was quite groundbreaking for its time, it’s a lively and diverting ride. –Patrick Gibbs
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‘The Crow’ Review: Bill Skarsgard Dons the Mascara in a Slow but Stylish Re-Imagining
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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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Democrats and journos at the DNC are thrilled with the CNN Politico Grill
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Stealing a catchphrase from former President Trump, the theme for some attendees at the Democratic National Convention here might as well be “Grill, baby, grill.”
From 4 p.m. to 2 a.m. each day of the convention, some of the biggest names in politics and media have lined up to get into the CNN Politico Grill, a restaurant and bar (actually several bars) built across the street from the United Center. The food and drink are free, and the invitations are hard to come by.
CNN, which has partnered with Politico on the site this year, started what has become a tradition at each party’s convention in 2004, when the network rented out a diner near New York’s Madison Square Garden, where the GOP had gathered.
The pop-up restaurant’s reputation has grown over the years. CNN received 4,000 requests to get into the Grill for the Democratic convention. About 400 were accepted, according to David Leavy, chief operating officer for CNN Worldwide.
“Over 20 years, it’s built up into a brand,” Leavy said.
Leavy said the aim is to build the news organization’s relationships with top campaign officials, policymakers and media outlets.
“No one is allowed to bring their assistant in,” he said.
CNN stalwarts such as Wolf Blitzer, Anderson Cooper and Sara Sidner have made the scene, as have stars from rival organizations, including CBS News anchor Norah O’Donnell, her Washington correspondent colleague Robert Costa and NBC’s Chuck Todd.
Politically engaged showbiz types such as Tim Daly, Sophia Bush and Wendell Pierce have also stopped by, along with dozens of Democratic senators and governors.
Of course, print and online journalists show up in droves, and many stay until last call. Did we mention that it’s free?
CNN uses the lively scene as a backdrop for its late night programming. And Politico is recording podcasts at the site.
The offerings at the Grill draw from the local cuisine of the convention city.
“We really try to bring the city’s culture and vibe to the Grill to make it authentic,” Leavy said.
Bratwurst and local cheeses were on the menu in Milwaukee, where the Republicans held their convention last month.
As fans of the Windy City-set hit series “The Bear” might expect, the bar is much higher in food-obsessed Chicago.
The Grill has made sure that it can meet the moment. A waitress told The Times that the cook in charge of the Italian beef sandwiches being served was trained at Portillo’s, the Chicago-based restaurant chain responsible for many of the expanded waistlines in the city.
The hot dogs — the favorite item of CNN Chairman Mark Thompson — are Vienna Beef, the city’s ubiquitous tubular meat.
Other famous local brands being served include Jay’s Potato Chips, Homer’s Ice Cream, Big Shoulders Coffee and Garrett Popcorn. And the pizza is (mercifully) thin crust from comfort food specialists Phil Stefani Signature Restaurants.
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