DarlingInThePlexx reviewed
August 4, 2025•
Review by someone who owns a long black coat and never emotionally recovered
This movie didn’t just define a genre—it created a subculture. If you’ve ever seen a brooding teen in eyeliner, black boots, and a Nine Inch Nails hoodie cry in the rain, you can thank The Crow.
Brandon Lee (yes, Bruce Lee’s son, yes, I’m already crying) gives a haunting, electric performance as Eric Draven—a musician brought back from the dead to avenge the brutal murder of him and his fiancée. It’s gothic, gritty, poetic, violent, and yes… tragically real. Because Brandon died during filming. And once you know that, the whole film hits different. It’s not just fiction—it’s a requiem.
The movie is basically Shakespeare with leather and eyeliner. The city is soaked in rain and sorrow, the lines are quotable in that perfect ’90s-angst-poetry way (“It can’t rain all the time”… excuse me, I’m SOBBING), and every single frame looks like it should be printed on a velvet journal from Hot Topic.
Also:
🎸 The soundtrack? ICONIC.
Every. Single. Track. Hits. Like. A. Bat. Through. Stained. Glass.
Nine Inch Nails. The Cure. Rage. Pantera. This soundtrack raised a generation of beautifully sad weirdos—myself included.
The cast? Flawless.
• Brandon Lee is transcendent.
• That little girl (Rochelle Davis) gives more emotion than half of Hollywood combined.
• The villains are unhinged, cartoonish, terrifying, and perfect for this comic-book fever dream.
Yes, they made sequels. No, we do not speak of them.
This movie is sacred.
Watch it on a stormy October night.
Light a candle.
Put on your old combat boots.
And pour one out for Brandon Lee.
🖤
DarlingInThePlexx reviewed
August 4, 2025•
Review by someone who owns a long black coat and never emotionally recovered
This movie didn’t just define a genre—it created a subculture. If you’ve ever seen a brooding teen in eyeliner, black boots, and a Nine Inch Nails hoodie cry in the rain, you can thank The Crow.
Brandon Lee (yes, Bruce Lee’s son, yes, I’m already crying) gives a haunting, electric performance as Eric Draven—a musician brought back from the dead to avenge the brutal murder of him and his fiancée. It’s gothic, gritty, poetic, violent, and yes… tragically real. Because Brandon died during filming. And once you know that, the whole film hits different. It’s not just fiction—it’s a requiem.
The movie is basically Shakespeare with leather and eyeliner. The city is soaked in rain and sorrow, the lines are quotable in that perfect ’90s-angst-poetry way (“It can’t rain all the time”… excuse me, I’m SOBBING), and every single frame looks like it should be printed on a velvet journal from Hot Topic.
Also:
🎸 The soundtrack? ICONIC.
Every. Single. Track. Hits. Like. A. Bat. Through. Stained. Glass.
Nine Inch Nails. The Cure. Rage. Pantera. This soundtrack raised a generation of beautifully sad weirdos—myself included.
The cast? Flawless.
• Brandon Lee is transcendent.
• That little girl (Rochelle Davis) gives more emotion than half of Hollywood combined.
• The villains are unhinged, cartoonish, terrifying, and perfect for this comic-book fever dream.
Yes, they made sequels. No, we do not speak of them.
This movie is sacred.
Watch it on a stormy October night.
Light a candle.
Put on your old combat boots.
And pour one out for Brandon Lee.
🖤
