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thecrowbrandonleeforever:

The Crow behind the scenes… eric draven  (brandon lee)

It seems a lot of people have been misled to believe this was the scene Brandon was shot in and consequently died from, which is entirely wrong. The scene he was shooting when he was accidentally shot was when he is getting beaten after walking in on Shelly being raped in the loft. The shot that fatally wounds him is when Funboy shoots him. Just an FYI for other people.

thecrowbrandonleeforever:

The Crow behind the scenes… eric draven  (brandon lee)

It seems a lot of people have been misled to believe this was the scene Brandon was shot in and consequently died from, which is entirely wrong. The scene he was shooting when he was accidentally shot was when he is getting beaten after walking in on Shelly being raped in the loft. The shot that fatally wounds him is when Funboy shoots him. Just an FYI for other people.

mrcjslv86:

The Crow (1994).

The Crow (1994) Still my favorite movie after almost 19 years.

mrcjslv86:

The Crow (1994).

The Crow (1994) Still my favorite movie after almost 19 years.

For you Crow fans out there. This is the official 100 card movie collection that was released to coincide with the movie. I’ve got all 100 and the 2 checklist cards. My old guitar player Dave Paulson bought me these as a gift when we visited Murphy, NC!

For you Crow fans out there. This is the official 100 card movie collection that was released to coincide with the movie. I’ve got all 100 and the 2 checklist cards. My old guitar player Dave Paulson bought me these as a gift when we visited Murphy, NC!

lewisguthrie:

The Crow movie poster I made for class.

“…felt how awful goodness is.”

lewisguthrie:

The Crow movie poster I made for class.

“…felt how awful goodness is.”

teshawndwyer:

The Crow

teshawndwyer:

The Crow

Because we don’t know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. And yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, an afternoon that is so deeply a part of your being that you can’t even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four, or five times more? Perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless…
Paul Bowles (via institutionalizedshadow)