And that's why the last half hour of Bones is so irritating. There are glimmers of class here, but they have a hard time shining through the writhing bodies, Dawn of the Dead-style blood, and pools of maggots. The last third of the film depends on the mechanics of the Crow series, but it lacks the sense of tragedy that might make it resemble the amazing first Crow rather than that film's lackluster sequels. Jimmy Bones, also, lacks any sort of tenderness that might endear us to him; his character has come back from the dead and regained a family, but the movie portrays him solely as a remorseless killer. Snoop makes the living Bones a tightly guarded enigma, which is a choice that manages to be simultaneously valid and yet bad for the movie in terms of the approachability the character needs. Moreover, the dead Bones is just evil--there's not even a sense of righteous justice to his murders, because most of his victims aren't even the ones that betrayed him in life. If he was formerly a good man, why isn't he one in death, especially to those who love him? Unless there a Pet Semetary under his brownstone, I don't get it.