Odd disjointed tale of artwork and writing. I didn't particularly enjoy the overall story. ( )

CW: Sexual Assault, Drugs, Needles, Self Harm, Blood, Animal Harm (Horse tangled in barbed wire)

I want to start by saying I read the interview where O'Barr discusses who he started writing The Crow as a way to focus all his negative feelings after his girlfriend was killed by a drunk driver and that he acknowledges that it only made him feel worse. That's an awful thing to experience my heart goes out to him. We all process grief in different ways.

I haven't seen the movie in ages but I remember it being cringe (complimentary), but this is something else.

This might just be the most embarrassing thing I've ever read, but it's so unbelievably bad (with nice black & white art) I enjoyed it for a bit, but it's just so one note and monotonous in its hardcore edgelordiness.

Imagine Frank Miller, The Joker (Leto & Phoenix), The Chosen (Smosh), and the poet laureate of incels made like the most 'real, brutal, edgy, clever' thing ever. 'But you probably wouldn't get it.'

This is the apotheosis of fridging. The only significant woman in the entire comic is nothing more than a plot device. A perfect Madonna to be destroyed by brutal men and then horrifying violence done in her name, without any question of if she would want it.

I truly am sorry for O'Barr's loss and I appreciate that lots of people love this comic, but I just found it incredibly pretentious and shallow, while masquerading as incredibly deep. I can absolutely enjoy some mindless violence, wild refernces, and poetry, but this was obnoxious nails on a chalkboard for me and I hate it.

If this comic means a lot to you or you just love it, I love that for you. This is not something I'm interested in fighting about. ( )

The Crow is one of my favorite films and I've wanted to read this comic for a long time. I love the art style. ( )

Two Saturdays ago, Jyg decided we should watch The Crow, starring the late Brandon Lee. Because she rarely has the urge to watch "superhero" flicks, I wasn't going to argue. Besides, I love The Crow series. I'm probably the only person in my circle who can honestly admit to loving City of Angels and Salvation, as well, as the original. (Note: I'd like to believe Wicked Prayer doesn't exist.)

While watching the film, I started pointing out the differences from the graphic novel. And it hit me. Back in high school, a friend of mine "gifted" the first volume of The Crow, but I never bothered reading the rest. I blame the unfair price of graphic novels (before people start lecturing me on why graphic novels cost so much, save it. I know. I still don't think it's fair). So I worked a little book hunter magic - i.e. I surfed Amazon - I found a used copy which I purchased for $10.98 (before shipping).

Well, finally, after a long wait - six days - I received my ex-library copy of The Crow from Dreamboat Books, LLC (it was a short wait mostly because they ship from Houston and I live in South Texas). Because today we had a rain out at the ballpark - thank you, mother earth! - I devoured it in one sitting. (This may not be that great a feat to most - I mean, we're talking about a graphic novel here, not the works of Proust, but anyone who's opened the J. O'Barr masterpiece would know that it is a great work of art - literary and otherwise.)

While I picked up Flesh & Blood earlier last year, nothing prepared me for the onslaught of emotion that the original book contains. J. O'Barr delivered the unfortunate love story told through the eyes of violence. It's a reminder how we should treasure every waking moment with those we love, and what we would do to get it back.
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Dark, violent and steeped in madness and grief. It is heartbreak and heartbreaking, all drawn beautifully as the crow seeks to get his revenge and avenge the cruelty evil inflicted upon him and his love.

I adored this, but it tore my heart out and stomped it... and I only loved it all the more for it. ( )