The “cursed” comic book “The Crow” earns a gloomy, turgid remake thirty years after a film of the revenge-from-beyond-the-grave thriller got rising star Brandon Lee killed on a non-union set in North Carolina.

This reboot or “reimagining” arrives in a post-“John Wick” cinema, where the violence is far more graphic, gruesome and wallowed in by director Rupert Sanders (“Snow White and the Huntsman”).

Anything to keep us from focusing on a stumbling, emotionally unavailable performance by Bill “It” Skarsgård, who at least looks junky-thin and great in the hollow-eyed makeup.

Our hero is riddled with bullets, torn by blades and asphixiated in assorted blasts of horror, and keeps coming back — sans John Wick righteousness or Deadpool wisecracks.

Sanders reaches for the mystical elements of this story, a dreamy, druggy love affair of the streets (this time carried out in a posh penthouse) but only truly throws himself at the pitiless executions.

The sickening level of violence and the explicit ways it is depicted overwhelm the picture and can’t help but remind a sentient viewer of the death of Bruce Lee’s son in the original film, which became a cult movie thanks to its ethereal qualities and the ways filmmaker Alex Proyas and the production worked around having a now-dead star.

The ugliest reminder of that might be in the opening credits, when we see this “Crow” still has producer Edward R. Pressman behind it, the same fellow whose original film’s on-set parsimony and carelessness got Brandon Lee killed.

This revised story has a villain (Danny Huston) in league with the Devil and an Aryan blonde minion (Laura Birn) who carries out his orders, and a curiously ineffective guide to the afterlife (Sami Bouajila) who explains “the rules” about to Eric “The Crow” about how he survived death, kept alive by his “love” for his Shelly (British singer/actress FKA twigs of “Honey Boy”).

Shelly is a party girl with talent who runs with a rough crowd. A friend (Sebastian Orozco) shoots a cell phone video that gets her bestie Zadie (Isabella Wei) killed. As the forces of darkness close in around her, Shelly only manages her escape by running into Detroit’s Finest and spilling her drug-filled purse.

That gets her arrested, and sent to rehab. That’s where she sets her eye on tattoo–covered loner Eric. And when she is tracked down by Vincent Roeg’s (Huston) underlings, he’s the one that breaks them out so that she can live and they can lay low, make love and resume their lives of drug abuse.

Curiously, that element, the reason for the comic book’s creation in the first place, is played down in this reimagining of the plot. Satanic forces, not the demons and weaknessness within, are to blame for all that transpires.

When Eric and Shelly are finally caught and killed, only he emerges from the river where they were tossed — metaphorically and literally. That’s when he meets Kronos the Crow Whisperer (Bouajila) and learns he’s in purgatory, unable to “save” his love until he kills those who killed them.

“Kill them all.”

Eric, a skinny addict more into ink than trips to the gym, must learn on the fly how to fight, survive every mortal wound inflicted on him and kill those who wanted him and Shelly and Zadie dead.

The best set pieces here are a beat-down brawl/shoot-out in a crowded, speeding SUV, which delivers action and a less-than-logical outcome, and a Night at the Opera, where they don’t check for guns or swords at the door. Apparently.

This picture and its revolting violence never overcomes a general heartlessness that permeates even the abrupt romance that supposedly launches and drives it.

This “Crow” was shot in the The Czech Republic and thanks to the Euro-casting, little of it feels or sounds like “Detroit” or anybody who would live there.

Look at the cast list for the original “Crow” — Michael Wincott, Jon Polito, Bai Ling, Ernie Hudson, David Patrick Kelly, Marco Rodriguez. They didn’t spend money on a professional armorer on the first film. They spent little money on character actors for this one.

De-emphasizing the drug element is a cop-out, which leaves us with nothing but graphic shootings, impalings and decapitations to cling to in a silly “myth” about how “If your love remains pure, you cannot die.”

And if you’re not a little bothered about who is still profiting from this stylish hackwork take on a cult film that killed its lead and inspired decades of sequels and now a remake, maybe he’s not the only soulless ghoul here.

Rating: R, graphic, bloody and pervasive violence, drug abuse, sex, nudity, profanity

Cast: Bill Skarsgård, FKA twigs, Laura Birn, Isabella Wei, Sami Bouajila and Danny Huston

Credits: Directed by Rupert Sanders, scripted by Zach Baylin and William Josef Schneider. A Lionsgate release.

Running time: 1:51