Not that I have anything against ‘fridging’ as character motivation for a nice, satisfying blood-soaked carnival of revenge and pain. It’s just that I’m not used to seeing whole gloops of it ooze out of the trailer, and congeal at the bottom of my monitor. It’s like grilled cheese sandwiches: there is a point beyond which there’s simply too much cheese. It feels like THE CROW has piled on too much cheese.
…Yes, I’m very proud of that metaphor, too! It all just came together at once, with no planning needed. Then again, I have been doing this for a while.
Moe Lane
PS: Will I go see it anyway? …Ehh, probably. I’m a sucker for the aesthetic.