So a lot of Edgar Allen Poe reviewers have been giving John Cusack guff (what? It’s a thing my mom says, all right? I’m channeling my mom) for the new film, The Raven, wherein Cusack plays a Poe who must find a killer who’s using his stories as inspiration.
“Poe deserves better,” they say.
Well, they’re wrong.
Poe deserves every horrible movie ever made about him.
After all, he created all the nightmares of our young adult lives: The Tell-Tale Heart.
The Cask of Amontillado. (On a related note, I somehow managed to spell Amontillado correctly on the first try. I just want everyone to know that.)
The Masque of the Red Death!
After reading the book your well-intentioned aunt gave you in the third grade, you never slept again.
And those night terrors, my friends, are why Poe deserves to have bad movies made about him. I know it’s a daring stance, but I’m taking it.