The Crow (1994)
Don’t quite know how I never got around to watching this until today. But I loved it, loved it so much. Even without the unfortunate story behind it it was fantastic. I almost feel like Brandons death added a melancholic and sorrowful physically tangible edge to the film beyond just the foreknowledge that it had happened, which is something that I believe could happen. Whether or not it’s an actual spiritual thing or just the effect it had on those doing the editing, scoring, and General ambiance the post production had is another discussion. But so much of this film struck an emotional chord with me.
9/10
The only reason it’s not a 10/10 is the joke about onions making you fart.