The Raven is based on the stories and life of Edgar Allen Poe, who by all accounts was a little bit of a loose cannon: used drugs, drank, apparently one of the reasons he had such dark visions is all the women that he loved died in his arms, including his first wife. And what we have is a psychopath in Baltimore who is replicating his stories and murdering people. So this is John Cusack who, first of all, looks exactly like Edgar Allen Poe. On the other hand, we know who John Cusack is and he’s that cute, sweet guy, and here he seems to be kind of a lunatic. We’ve got a police chief who suspects Edgar, or as we call him Eddie, who is working for a newspaper down and out on his luck, can’t pay his bills, and there are ravens everywhere; heavy into symbolism. And at first he’s a suspect because one of the murders follows the plot of one his books, and then we find out that all the murders follow the plots from his books. Then we figure out who’s actually doing the murders, and I’m not going to give away anything. This is really an odd movie. It’s a strange combination of biography and John Cusack and sort of metaphor and I guess literary sort of enactment. I mean, it’s interesting, but I don’t know who it’s for to be quite honest. It helps to know about Edgar Allen Poe’s stories, because then you can figure out what’s going to happen, how this person is going to be summarily dispatched, and some of the clues. So it’s kind of a combination of Sherlock Holmes, much bloodier, with a lot less sense of humor. But it is sort of interesting to see Edgar Allen Poe wandering around in his cape, riding horses and there’s part of it that’s kind of interesting. The movie is incredibly gory and for those of us who are claustrophobic, the scenes of Poe’s fiance buried alive are a bit much and go on for seemingly forever: I’ll give it two and a half stars.