The Crow review – Brandon Lee’s heavy metal horror is a potent goth fantasy
Son of Bruce Lee, rising action star Brandon Lee was injured in the stomach during a fake gun accident on the set of this Gothamesque revenge fantasy thriller just over 30 years ago. Instead of a discussion about movie location safety, which is still an issue today, it was a heartbreaking incident that led to additional irrational talk of a family “curse” (Bruce passed away at the age of 32).
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Now For its 30th anniversary, The Crow, which was first published in 1994—a year after Brandon’s passing—has been reissued. Brandon had essentially done filming, and the picture was finished by rewriting some scenes, employing stunt doubles, and digitally superimposing his face, which was obscured by the spooky whiteface makeup and the gloomy, dark cityscapes.
The irony of a film bringing its star back to life in a story about someone returning from the dead is now once again available to viewers. Screenwriters John Shirley and David J. Schow adapted James O’Barr’s wildly popular comic book series, which was inspired by his memories of a newspaper article about a couple who were killed by a robber for their engagement ring and his own anguish over his fiancee being killed by a drunk driver.
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The scene is set in a futuristic Detroit that has completely fallen into the ruin-porn pandemonium that has, regrettably, come to define that city. Rock artist Eric Draven (Lee) is killed and his lover Shelly Webster (Sofia Shinas) is raped and killed by four thugs on Devil’s Night, the night before Halloween, when the city descends into a bacchanal of lawlessness.
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