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best movie i've ever seen.

It's the kind of movie you'll want to see a second time with someone who hasn't seen it yet, to remember what it was like to watch it for the first time.

While THE CROW is one of the freshest anti-superhero movies of the 1990s, the various sequels and spin-offs that have followed it have been of mixed quality. This effort, the last to date, is by far the worst, an ill-conceived and frankly stupid effort to tell the same kind of story on a little budget. After a super-stylish opening sequence – by far the best thing in the film, it gave me hope that this might be actually good – we're thrown into a stomach-churning mess of repellent, off-screen violence, idiotic characters, a distinct lack of anybody to root for, and a kind of rubbery, B-movie atmosphere. The two things to blame the most for this are the script, which is profanely diabolical, and the direction, which is of sub-film school quality.It's a real shame, because there's a B-movie cast who might have done better with different material. First up is Eddie Furlong, everybody's favourite John Connor, all grown up with an angsty streak. Sadly, he seems to be struggling to bring life (ha ha) to his role as The Crow, and he just comes across as irritating. He's less irritating, though, than the bad guys, who truly are a despicable bunch, and not in a good way; you want to stave their heads in every moment they're on screen. Worst of the lot is David Boreanaz, giving an abominable performance which, by rights, should have sunk his career. Over-the-top isn't the phrase for his appalling overacting on show here. Just as bad is the hopeless Tara Reid, clearly out of her depth and floundering; sadly nobody gives her a lifeline, and by the end the suggestion that we're supposed to empathise with her is, well, just ridiculous.There are familiar faces lower down the cast list: requisite Japanese guy Yuji Okumoto (ROBOT JOX) as a henchman, and the always-great Danny Trejo as an Indian priest. Even the likes of Macy Gray (annoying) and Dennis Hopper (embarrassed) pop up in the final reel to no avail. The action consists of people being thrown through the air or innocent folk being shot, and apart from a single neck break, all of the violence and bloodshed is kept off screen, no doubt for budget reasons (although it looks like it's been censored more than anything else). The ending is particularly excruciating. The one memorable scene – for all the wrong reasons – sees Danny Trejo's priest performing an ancient Indian dance over the body of a dying bird; it's the one moment that got a genuine chuckle from this viewer.

I'll start this off by saying yes, unequivocally, this is an objectively terrible film. There's no way of getting around it. The script is terrible, the acting is worse. The direction is entertaining, especially for fans of the director's only other effort, b-movie classic Six-String Samurai. Aside from that, don't go into this looking for quality. If you're a fan of terrible movies, as I am, then this film is absolutely amazing. I watched this late one night in the hopes that it would lull me to sleep. I was wrong. Instead of encouraging slumber, I found myself enthralled by the sheer and absolute terribleness of the film. I won't go into too many details, so as to avoid spoilers (although why someone would mind if this was spoiled is beyond me) but I will say that this is a, absolute gem of badness and I loved every minute of it. If you're one of those that takes things seriously, don't bother with this one, just skip right over it and watch one of the many brilliant movies out there. But if you got the stomach and the taste for terrible film, then this one is not to be missed. It's worth noting that Dennis Hopper, as the pimp/satanic priest El Nino, positively steals the show with his relentlessly quotable dialog. I find myself remember his lines and laughing hysterically and there's even some great drinking game moments you could make from his scenes.

Imagine a "Crow" movie in where Dennis Hopper appears as a Satanic priest who speaks like an 80's kid that is trying to emulate a 50's greaser (that's the best explanation I have). Macy Gray appears as... someone... in the Satanic church with about four lines who does... something. Danny Trejo's character, a Native American Christian minister, attempts to save the day by revealing his chest tattoo of a woman in a sombrero and while performing a Native ritualistic dance. I can't make this stuff up.I honestly can't remember the last time I watched a movie with my jaw literally dropped. Thoughts rushed through my head throughout the entire film, wondering just exactly what the filmmakers were thinking. I have a feeling this a DVD of this movie is sitting on the shelves at home of all those involved, still in the shrink wrap.

The second Crow movie was awful without a doubt. It was boring, on a lower budget, and felt like it was being made only for a profit. However, despite the numerous errors of it was still watchable. Nothing in this movie makes any sense. From the Crow being a messenger of God (since when?) to him having to fight Satan (even though David Boreanaz character doesn't change at all) Edward Furlong actually seems like he might had been a good Crow if he was given a better script and if he laid off the drugs. The worst part about this movie was Tara Reid though. Tara Reid has never been a good actress but she is incredibly washed up and it shows from this movie. I know that Dennis Hopper has been in some turkeys as well but this must had been a new low for him.