"Quick impression for you-- CAW CAW BANG FUCK I'M DEAD."

Question for the audience: should I (re)watch The Crow:

• tonight, on Devil's Night
  
• or tomorrow, on Halloween?

You may argue that The Crow is a sappy, incoherent, poorly-acted mess, only redeemed from deserved obscurity by a) the tragic death of its main star and b) a visual aesthetic and soundtrack that perfectly captured the surface (i.e., the entirety) of mid-nineties Goth. I don't disagree with this assessment, but it is entirely beside the point. The Crow is my last year of high school and first couple years of college, in much the same way that Tron is late elementary school, or Mercedes Lackey is early high school, or Dar Williams songs are my relationship with Kelly. I suspect I'm more or less incapable of an objective, rational assessment of any of those things.

Besides, I really really like 1990s Michael Wincott (a period that stretches from Robin Hood through The Count of Monte Cristo).