I came of age in the ’90s. Wait, does that sound like I had sex in the ’90s? Let me try again: I graduated high school in the late ’90s, so I was all about the movies of that decade. As such, 1994’s The Crow is a movie I was obsessed with, because of its dark tone, strange and incestuous villain, and the death of star Brandon Lee during filming.
I owned The Crow on VHS tape, kids. I watched it over and over and over. I revisited it as an adult and find that I am still pleased with it and want so much for there to be a different timeline where the horrible sequels did not happen. This is, of course, the darkest timeline, so no such luck.
The thing I want you to understand is that I adore this movie. I love this movie. I QUOTE THIS MOVIE CONSTANTLY. I WANT TO BE INSIDE THIS M—nevermind.
It did seem that we would not be afflicted with a reboot of The Crow, as actor after actor attached their names to the production, only to drop out and kill the entire project. Bradley Cooper, Luke Evans, and Jack Huston were all set to take on the role of Eric Draven over the last several years. F. Javier Gutiérrez, Juan Carlos Fresnadillo, and Stephen Norrington have all dropped from the director chair originally occupied by Alex Proyas.
Then there was bankruptcy of Relativity Media, the studio set to distribute The Crow Reborn and then the rights to the late ’80s comic by James O’Barr expired. Then:
Yes, Jason Momoa is the newest Eric Draven. He apparently was in talks last year, but now it seems the reboot will finally be moving forward with him in the title role. Corin Hardy (The Hallow) will helm the project, if it finally gets off the ground, and Sony will distribute it.
Honestly, I feel like film versions of The Crow might be cursed, if one believes in those sorts of things. Here’s hoping Momoa stays safe, and if he must be Eric Draven, may he be the best one since Brandon Lee.