It's been a while between drinks (Madame Web I think) but we're back and firing with a BIG FAT ZERO out of ten for this well loved and warmly received remake of the overrated but hugely influential original. Here, FKA Twigs (with apparently BOTOX in both her face AND emotions), plays a talentless aspiring musician, with model looks, who hangs around in rich people's apartments >cough whilst Machine Gun Kelly falls in love with her. If you can imagine how insufferable spending time with these two is, as they discuss their moon tattoos, you can imagine the awful first 40 minutes of The Crow being some of the hardest cinema I have watched this side of Salo or Come and See.