Here's a cool interview with Brandon Lee as he relaxes between takes on the set of The Crow (1994). There's a lot of dark humor here and sarcasm. For those of us who remember a world with Brandon in it, it's a bittersweet video.
Hangmanâs Joke Chapter 2: Stages of Grief Part 1
A/N: Life has been getting the better of me and Iâm not the happiest with where this chapter is at but I donât like that Iâve made yâall wait so long for an update so.. Hope this makes up for it a lil bit?
What should have been a twenty minute drive to the loft was ten minutes of tense silence, save for the squeal of tires and the roar of the engine. Every traffic law, which were usually mere suggestions in this city anyway, was ignored completely, blocked out of Moeâs mind by a red haze of grief-fueled rage. When he slammed the brakes, everyone knew that they were there, nothing else would have made him stop.
âMoe-â Brion started, hoping to calm him down before they made their way to the scene.
The slam of the door was all he got in response. Everyone else clambered out of the vehicle as quickly as they could and followed Moe to the police line. The rain pelted all of them, but no one paid it any mind. One of the cops walked up to the group just as Moe went to lift the police tape.
âHey! You canât come in here!â He shouted, jogging the last few steps to the line.
âThe fuck I canât!â Moe shouted back. âThatâs my best friendâs window.â He pointed to the obviously shattered frame several stories above him. âAnd someone here is going to tell me what the fuck happened and where my love birds are.â
The nickname slipped without registering to Moe. The rest of the band winced and watched the cop carefully to gauge his reaction. Mostly they didnât care who caught on to their groupâs closeness, but caution was exercised around cops.
The cop, thankfully, seemed to miss the look in everyoneâs eyes in favor of keeping his focus on the obviously angry man in front of him. âIâm sorry sir, but this is a closed scene. Weâll have a press statement tomorrow. Please go home.â
Moe moved to take a step toward the officer, but a strong, steady hand on his shoulder stopped him. Tex pulled him back a little. âCâmon. Theyâre not going to still be here. Sarah said theyâd taken Shelly to the hospital, remember?â His voice was gentle, even a little pleading.
Sarahâs eyes were glued to the road just past the police tape. The sheet-covered body was gone. Only blood and an outline, both running as the rain tried to wash them away, remained. âHeâs really gone..â she said, barely more than a whisper.
Brion heard her and followed her line of sight. He sucked in a breath and bit back tears when he saw. He stepped over to get between her and the scene, blocking her view. He started quietly, âHey, hey, you donât need to see that.â He hugged her close. He let his voice get loud enough for the rest of the group to hear him. âLetâs get back to the van. Weâre no good to anyone if we all get sick from the rain.â
The five of them piled back into the van. The tension had lessened but silence, save for half choked back sobs, gripped the inside of the vehicle. Moe didnât start the car yet. He sat with a white knuckle grip on the wheel, biting back the urge to scream. Tex, who had been so adamant that surely what Sarah had said sheâd seen couldnât have been real, was finally hit with the reality of it. He stared out the side window, unable to tear his eyes away from the scene despite the tears running down his face.
Brion was the one to finally break the silence after far too long. âCâmon. Letâs get to the hospital.â He was shaking. He hugged Sarah close and leaned into Gunner, who was doing the least to hold back the sounds of his grief. âMaybe Shellyâs injuries werenât as bad as they looked?â He squeezed Sarah a little tighter.
No one responded, but the van roared to life, cutting through the deafening silence. They pulled away from the scene quickly, though with less screeching of tires and protesting machinery this time. The quiet lasted well past when the loft and the police lights around it had faded into the rest of the city.
They pulled into the hospital visitorâs lot and walked to the lobby without a word. The rows of chairs were packed with worried faces, people who cared about those hurt by Devilâs Nightâs âfestivitiesâ. Despite the crowd the place was quiet, somber. There were a handful of hushed conversations, but no one dared to be the raised voice that would cause someone to miss a call to see their loved one. The cheap seasonal decorations, Jack-o-lanterns and bats and autumn leaves, felt like prying eyes as the group approached the front desk.
The woman at the desk looked up with tired eyes but a gentle smile. âHow can I help you this evening?â She looked over the group, but didnât seem to speak to anyone in particular.
Brion found his voice first and stepped forward. âHey, we were told that a friend of ours, Shelly Webster, got brought here. Weâd like to see her if we can.â He fidgeted in place as the woman began typing.
âCould I get your names please?â She asked.
Sarah, Brion, and Gunner quickly responded, but Tex glanced at Moe, âWhat we go by or actual names?â He kept his voice as steady as he could. It was a simple question, but a potentially dangerous one.
Moeâs eyes didnât meet his. He seemed to be glaring at one of the cheesily smiling bats on the wall.
She glanced at the group again. âWhatever the person youâre visiting would have written for the file, though you will need to use your legal name on any required forms.â She paused before clarifying, âIâm checking for prior authorization for visitation. Itâs not always done, but I doubt all of you are family members, so if youâre in the file it should be easier to get you in.â
Tex nodded before responding with both his and Moeâs names.
The typing resumed. After an eternity of minutes she looked up at them. âShe has you all listed as expected visitors, which is perfect. I wish more people would think ahead for cases like this.â She glanced at the screen again. Her gentle service smile faded as she read the screen. âUnfortunately the visitation policy for the ICU is no more than three at a time, but we can go ahead and get you set up if youâre okay with being in the waiting room for a while.â She began shuffling some paperwork to give them.
Brion nodded vigorously. âOf course, thank you so much.â He took the offered stack of forms and passed them to Tex, who began passing them out.
The polite smile returned, but there was now a sadder edge to her expression. âGo ahead and sit down and start filling those out. Someone will be around shortly to take you to a more private waiting room.â
The group shuffled off to the closest set of chairs with enough seats for all of them. Moe took his papers and began filling them out with more force than was necessary. No one commented. They all knew there was plenty about this situation to be upset about without whatever questions having to use his legal name could bring up. Gunner muttered a little prayer to no one in particular that none of the hospital staff would bring it up while they were there.
its good to acknoweldge the hollowness of revenge but sometimes you really do just need a story about someone who gets hurt and then kills and kills and kills and kills their enemies. its cathartic, babey.
"there's nothing that can bring my loved one back, so there's no point in killing you" and "there's nothing that can bring my loved one back, so there's nothing that can save you" are two themes that can and should co-exist
Would you rather have me post what I have written even though itâs a weird place to break a chapter and itâll be half the length of the previous chapter or continue waiting until I figure out how the hell to write a hospital scene?
For the record I will still have to write the hospital scene either way, I just donât like how long Iâve kept yâall waiting and I have some words written that I can technically share.
Would you rather have me post what I have written even though itâs a weird place to break a chapter and itâll be half the length of the previous chapter or continue waiting until I figure out how the hell to write a hospital scene?
For the record I will still have to write the hospital scene either way, I just donât like how long Iâve kept yâall waiting and I have some words written that I can technically share.
Part 2 of âI finally watched the latter two sequels to The Crow.â
Spoilers Ahead
Oh *boy* is The Crow: Wicked Prayer a wild movie. To continue my list from the last part, The Crow: Wicked Prayer is a strange movie with a good partial skeleton that should probably be repatriated but here it is on display anyway.
That is to say, this movie is *yikes* levels of problematic when it comes to depicting Indigenous.. anything. Also has multiple uses of slurs. Iâm sure people much more educated than me on these topics have pointed out the issues in this 20 year old movie that is only ~4 years older than I am. So for now weâre going to give that a massive YIKES and say that despite that, this is a fun movie. I wouldnât actively recommend it to anyone who isnât already watching everything else Crow related, nor will I likely be watching it again any time soon, but I still had a good time.
These antagonists are absolutely fucking bonkers. Which is saying something considering the other three movies. I knew going in there was cult stuff and that Jimmy and Lily were gonna get sacrificed, but was not prepared for âA group of deeply racist guys calling themselves the four horsemen of the apocalypse attempt to turn one of their members into the antichristâ level weird. Iâm here for it, but that opening caught me so off guard. Also, is Lola somehow less crazy than the other token villain women in these movies, or does it just seem that way because all of her group matches or exceeds her freak?
JIMMY! Jimmy my beloved wet cat. My emo boy who does not want to be here even a little bit. Actively tries to go back seconds after waking up which is *heartbreaking.* He is only doing this revenge murder thing because Lily deserved better. I can 100% guarantee that if only he had died, that boy would have stayed dead. (Not that he didnât also deserve justice, but he would not have had the emotional response needed for that if it was just him. Or even him and literally anyone else in town.) Absolutely wild that he killed someone and had already been into and out of prison for it before the movie started. Either he killed that guy as a teen, or it was a short sentence because I refuse to believe that boy is any older than 25.
Luc gets infinitely less fun as a villain the second he gets possessed. Also the horsemen are simultaneously too focused on and yet somehow not fleshed out enough.
Danny Treyjo, Machete from Spy Kids and also apparently his own franchise, is here. Wasnât expecting to see anyone I recognized, tbh. Wild.
Basically, this is a strange movie that is very fun if you can get past the large racist elephant in the room. And Jimmy is going to be living rent free in my head for the next several years minimum.
I have officially watched the other two Crow sequels and *oh boy*
Iâm gonna break my thoughts up into a post for each movie. Spoilers ahead.
So, The Crow: Salvation, my general feelings: I love the premise, the story is good and (mostly) makes sense, but *fuck* do I hate the way itâs shot and the way most of the scenes are paced. The police chase feels so slow and is only saved by being set to the absolute banger that is Living Dead Girl. There were a couple of scenes that I was glad I was laying down while watching because they made me dizzy. At least with City of Angelsâ weird visuals I knew they were trying to go for a LookTM. Here Iâm just pulled out of it on and off for like the first half of the movie.
Scene/Story specific rambles:
Alex. Alex my dear *please stop traumatizing your dead gfâs sister more than she already is?!?* Erin did not need to see that. I like that he uses the memory abilities more actively than the other three Crows, but this was *not the time.* I get what he was trying to do âyour sister fought to try to survive, donât say you want to throw yours away!â but *yikes* buddy. Also, she *just* started to believe that you didnât kill her sister and you decide throwing her around when you *know* you have increased strength right now is a good and okay idea??? To be fair, it is not the most traumatic thing that happens to her in this movie and Iâm glad she got to pull that lever. Very deserved, very cathartic.
Do we know why the guy with the scar did that? Is there a reason for the scarification or is it just a fashion choice? It makes for a cool visual later, or it would if the fake blood didnât look like strawberry jam, anyway. I do like that Alex keeps ripping peopleâs sleeves and getting more disappointed/upset every time. Man woke up wanting to kill *one guy* who he didnât even know the face of. Until he found the list and later the conspiracy, at least.
I think that the mask messing with his face enough that some of his Crow markings are just blackened scars is metal as hell. I love that.
Overall, itâs probably, from a basic movie perspective, better than CoA. That being said, City of Angels is still my favorite of the three sequels. The Crow is a great movie. The Crow: City of Angels is a weird movie with great bones. The Crow: Salvation is an okay movie with good bones.
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