The Crow

James O'Barr tells the story of a a man back from the dead to revenge the murder of himself and his fiancee. His black and white art is sometimes crude and sometimes refined, but it hums with a palpable sincerity. It's clear that O'Barr loves his characters and that he feels for them deeply. But his story, which is really more a series of vignettes, is simplistic and repetitive. It is frustrating, because you want to share Brian/the Crow's sense of sadness and pain, but the stock characters and one-dimensional story give you little to latch onto. You are left filling in the blanks of O'Barr's sometimes haunting images of love and madness.