I guess I'm one of the only people in the world who saw this in theaters
Early June '05. My anticipation for the upcoming Batman Begins was steadily growing, and although it was due for release in just a few weeks, I felt the need for a genre/comic-book/"superhero" style-film. Lo and behold, I saw this listed at one of the local cineplexes, slightly surprised since I had previously thought the film had been all but shelved.
Why does Furlong's Crow scream like a girl and is in no way, shape, or form a formidable, sympathetic, or believable hero? Why were Emmanuelle Chriqui and Danny Trejo cast as Indians? Was this shot during a weekend? So Dennis Hopper is some sort of white Satanic pimp/priest? So the bad guy is now possessed by Lucifer, but looks and acts exactly the same?
These are but a few of the thoughts that crossed my mind during the film. I and the three men (a pair of friends and a solitary gentleman like myself) who had occupied the theater quickly left into the night, an air of self-loathing and shame trailing behind each of us as we knew (perhaps only subconsciously) that, like the survivors of a traumatic event, we had been forever linked by the experience.