The Raven Movie Review

Captivating, suspenseful, entertaining!

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RATING: A

YEAR: 2012

LENGTH: 1 hr. 46 mins

STARRING:

– John Cusack as Edgar Allen Poe

Luke Evans as Inspector Fields

Alice Eve as Emily Hamilton

EDGAR ALLEN POE-PLAYED BY JOHN CUSACK

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As avid fans know, Edgar Allen Poe (1809-1849) was a great writer. He wrote what was essentially the very first crime solving/ detective story- Murders of the Rue Morgue. Without his influence in the writing world, we wouldn’t have great writers like James Patterson or Agatha Christie.

John Cusack played this part fantastically, just like the rest of his acting roles. He perfectly portrayed the amazing writer and the emotion that was needed from the character.

WHERE WE HAVE SEEN THE ACTOR BEFORE:

– Must Love Dogs

– America’s Sweethearts

– Serendipity

INSPECTOR FIELDS-PLAYED BY LUKE EVANS

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A lot of times, in murder mystery shows and movies, the cops/detectives/inspectors are portrayed as heroes or fame seeking individuals. While law enforcement is a type of hero (nothing about officers, since I wanted to be one), they are also just normal human beings who are risking their lives every day for the love of their job and the protection of society. In this movie, however, Inspector Fields was exactly as he should have been; a human being with weaknesses and a brilliant mind. His acting was brilliant and believeable and his character was true to the time period.

WHERE WE HAVE SEEN THE ACTOR BEFORE:

– The Three Musketeers

– Clash of the Titans

EMILY HAMILTON- PLAYED BY ALICE EVE

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At first, this actress was a little unbelievable in her role, but once she was kidnapped and held hostage, her talent really showed! She was emotional and my heart really felt bad for her.

She’s some what new to the acting world, so I give her props for the great job she did do and I expect amazing things to come from her.

WHERE WE HAVE SEEN THE ACTRESS BEFORE:

– Sex and the City 2

Fans of Edgar Allen Poe will love this movie and so will anyone wanting to have an inside look at the writer and his stories. He is shown as morethe-raven-movie-poster than just the drunk and psychopath that most people believe him to be. While it is called The Raven, many of Poe’s stories are actually included in the movie as the killer uses Poe’s stories to commit actual murders. It is a clever combination of Poe and his stories. It was a bit slow, but it picked up after a little while and it wasn’t as horror filled as I expected it to be; which is good, because a good horror movie needs a good story behind it. The ending was very unexpected, but made the perfect sense when it was revealed. I do advise, however, that if you are faint of heart or particularly squeamish this would not be the movie for you; it is filled with blood and other gruesome details.

RATINGS BREAKDOWN:

– SPECIAL EFFECTS: A                 – ACTING: A

– STORY: A                                     – CHARACTERS: A

– QUALITY: A                                – SOUNDTRACK: B

– ENJOYABILITY: A-                       – BELIEVEABILITY: A-

The Raven

by Edgar Allan Poe
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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“‘Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door-
Only this, and nothing more.”

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;- vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow- sorrow for the lost Lenore-
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
“‘Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-
This it is, and nothing more.”

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
“Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you”- here I opened wide the door;-
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore?”
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”-
Merely this, and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
“Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice:
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore-
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;-
‘Tis the wind and nothing more!”

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Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door-
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door-
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.
“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore-
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”
Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door-
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as “Nevermore.”

But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered-
Till I scarcely more than muttered, “Other friends have flown before-
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.”
Then the bird said, “Nevermore.”

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
“Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore-
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of ‘Never- nevermore’.”

But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore-
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking “Nevermore.”

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
“Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee- by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite- respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!”
Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”

“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil! – prophet still, if bird or devil! –
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted-
On this home by Horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore-
Is there- is there balm in Gilead?- tell me- tell me, I implore!”
Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”

sketch__undead_raven_by_michifromkmk-d5n804p“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil! – prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us- by that God we both adore-
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.”
Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”

“Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend,” I shrieked, upstarting-
“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”
Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted- nevermore!

~Genevieve~

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