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The purloined movie: The Raven



The Raven (R)

Oh, I so wanted to love this flick. Two hot guys — John Cusack and Luke Evans — hunt down a killer in 1840s Baltimore. A killer inspired by the writings of Edgar Allan Poe. And one of the investigators is Poe himself?

There is too much awesome in this fantastic (and fantastical) premise for a proper geek girl like me to be properly rational about her anticipation. I know I expected too much. But, you know, the movie, it sort of promised a lot.

My disappointment is more crushing than it logically should be.

The Raven is not a terrible film. But it's not an especially good one, either. It comes nowhere near living up to its "Edgar Allan Poe solves mysteries" potential. It's pretty much a standard serial-killer flick dressed up in 19th-century drag. Which kinda really doesn't make sense at all.

The law-enforcement concepts of "serial murder" and that someone could be a "serial killer" did not develop until the latter half of the 20th century, more than a hundred years later. The events of this movie are happening even decades before Jack the Ripper. And yet there's a newspaper headline here screaming "serial killer," and an investigation that takes the idea for granted.

Of course, it's entirely probable that serial killers have existed throughout human history, and that someone might have stumbled onto that fact prior to the 1960s or '70s. It's even entirely likely that might have been someone such as Poe in his last days — which is the temporal setting here — so that he didn't have the chance to get his ideas down on paper before he died. And yet this feels barely distinguishable from an episode of CSI, in which criminal psychology is readily understood as an everyday thing.

I'm not even complaining about anachronism. That's not the issue. What's missing from The Raven is a sense of intellectual discovery. There's no reason why this movie couldn't be smarter than it is without being any less gory or actiony or whatever it is that Hollywood thinks audiences want to see. It's extra disappointing because director James McTeigue's V for Vendetta managed to combine brains and brawn brilliantly.

The concept of a serial killer would have been a macabre yet thrilling idea to someone like Poe, especially if he believed that he was witness to possibly the first example of it. There's a lot of similarity between those who write about human emotion and experience and those who investigate crime (which is about sussing out motive and resulting action), and yet The Raven is entirely lacking in any recognition of this fact.

The core relationship here could be and should be the one between Cusack's Poe and Evans' Baltimore police detective Emmett Fields, as they navigate the discovery of their similarities and find an intellectual common ground. As much as I complain about how women characters are sidelined in movies, sometimes a story really is appropriately all about men.

The Raven could have gladly done without Alice Eve's Emily, Poe's beloved who is threatened by this serial killer and hence is Poe's motivation for assisting Fields. Eve is a fine actor, so it's not that she's the problem, but, really, Raven? A damsel in distress?

The film almost gets Poe with a wonderful early scene in which he goes up against his newspaper editor (Kevin McNally), who demands Poe write more sensational gory horror fiction and stop writing the depressed and angry poetry criticism he prefers to write. The movie runs right up to something interesting, has it right on the tip of its tongue, but then it's all: Hey! Look over here! Pretty blonde lady in danger!

Oh, and there's this, too: The killer is modeling his murders on stuff that happens in Poe's fiction. And yet nothing actually feels very Poe-ish beyond the Saw-ish scenarios. The red herrings are uninteresting, and the final resolution to the mystery feels rushed and pointless. In the end, it's very much a lot of effort to get nowhere compelling. It's all a crying, bleeding shame.

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The Raven

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Director: James McTeigue

Writer: Ben Livingston and Hannah Shakespeare

Producer: Jesus Martinez Ascencio, Mark D. Evans, Trevor Macy and Aaron Ryder

Cast: John Cusack, Luke Evans, Alice Eve, Brendan Gleeson and Oliver Jackson-Cohen

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