10 Most Pointless Horror Movies Ever Made

Of all the remakes we did not need, The Crow may be at the very top of the list. The film that took Brandon Lee's life, the 1994 adaptation of James O'Barr's comics is rightly considered the ultimate version, with a slightly corny pulp vibe; an impeccable gothic aesthetic; a hard rock soundtrack featuring NIN, Pantera and Rage; and more leather than Hulk Hogan's face.

Fans were right to be sceptical when Bill Skarsgard first appeared on posters, then, sporting a neo-mullet, SoundCloud rapper tats and a matching girlfriend. As Eric Draven, brought back from the dead to avenge his beloved, Skarsgard does his best to fill out the trench coat, but Rupert Sanders' film fails to match the original on all fronts, feeling closer in style, tone and production value to one of the straight-to-video sequels.

No matter how much Skarsgard put into his performance, and no matter how good the film could have been in different hands, the bare fact remains that this film has no right to exist. We know the characters, we know the story, and the tweak in this version's ending, which has Eric trade his soul for his Shelly's (FKA Twigs), serves only to make us ask once again: what's the point?