Arriving unwelcome in Baltimore as a washed up drunken prat turned literary critic, Poe (John Cusack) spends most of his time bickering with his editors about being pushed out of the local paper and teaching women how to write poetry for his rent and booze money. While the once mighty Poe seems to have fallen far, a locally based serial killer has taken to recreating Poe’s ghastly horrors and mysteries as actual gristly murders. The local police enlist Poe’s help to stop the killer, who has also targeted his new fiancée (Alice Eve).
Not a lot of what happens in The Raven makes logical sense, but it makes almost perfect narrative sense. Much like a lot of the real Poe’s work, this film lines up a trail of breadcrumbs that the audience has to follow to reach a final revelation, but that’s not to say that it’s dully handled. McTiegue keeps the action moving along at a great pace, and showing a visual style not too far removed from his work on V for Vendetta. Even when the film’s editing seems to fail him at sometimes the most inopportune of times, the film is good looking enough to shrug off some minor inconsistencies.
Cusack's performance as Poe injects a shot of adrenaline into director James McTeigue's carefully rendered but rather lifeless re-creation of 19th-century Baltimore. The actor plays Poe as a flask-swigging rapscallion, constantly spouting self-aggrandizing boasts that mask his inner insecurities. He's a jerk but an entertaining, flamboyant one. You wouldn't want to hang around him, but you don't mind watching his antics, and Cusack lets us see how Poe feeds on the negative energy he creates, the fuel to his self-destructive fire.
Poe is broke and questioning his own talents ("I've got nothing left," he mutters. "I've used up all my tricks.") He's madly in love with the beautiful Emily (Alice Eve), but her wealthy father (Brendan Gleeson) disapproves, so they keep their affair secret. Then the murders begin, with the killer leaving clues and notes aimed at Poe. Who is taunting the author and why? What does he want, and how far will he go?
"The Raven," written by Ben Livingston and Hannah Shakespeare with an obvious affection for Poe's work, remains engaging as long as the murder investigation remains in the background and Poe commands our attention.
Cusack is primarily known as a gifted comedian, but he's equally good at roles that require him to reveal glimpses of his inner darkeners ("The Grifters," "The Ice Harvest," "Money for Nothing"). Unfortunately, McTeigue (who directed "V for Vendetta" and "Ninja Assassin") is more comfortable with pyrotechnics and flash than angst and brooding. The longer "The Raven" goes on, the less use the film has for Cusack, who visibly checks out of the picture once he's reduced to running around frantically, playing Sherlock Holmes.
By the time special effects a la "The Matrix" pop up, "The Raven" has drifted away into the land of brain-dead sensationalism and dunderheaded story knots. Poe, for one, would not have been pleased.