Once upon a midnight
dreary, while I pondered weak and weary
Over how bad The Raven
could be, and if it would leave my eyes sore.
After renting it and
watching, suddenly in my mind there came a tapping
As of someone gently
rapping, rapping at my brain door.
“This isn’t as bad as
I expected” I muttered, “but it’s still a bit of a bore”
“Only this, and
nothing more”
Ah, distinctly I
remember it was James McTeigue who directed,
Danny Ruhlmann’s
cinematography that cast lights, shadows on the floor.
Eagerly I wished the
film would’ve been better, and not as hollow.
From John Cusack’s
miscast role – he did good, but could’ve done more;
To the script that
could’ve glowed, and could’ve soared,
But it was just there,
nothing more.
Then a supporting
cast that was solid, they delivered with their acting
By Luke Evans and
Brendan Gleeson, although they could’ve done more
Though their roles
were stuck and underdeveloped, I said at least it’s a haven
In a film that brought
little thrill, could’ve been so much more
Tell me why with such
a great source, it could’ve been easy to score
But The Raven?
Nevermore.
This I sat engaged in
guessing, but no syllable expressing,
On the climax and the
ending, could’ve taken the film to the next shore;
On the killer’s motivations
and identity, that could’ve used some more refining
On the resolution that
the film tried to rest o’er,
But whose contrivances
where so weak to look over
'Tis just a C and nothing more.
(Silly, but I had fun writing it XD )
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