Two horns way up for Constantine. Everything I wanted, nothing I didn’t. I was introduced to the character in the works of Neil Gaiman, in which he makes a few appearances, and everything I inferred about his mysterious past was proved by a little internet research to be completely incorrect, so I don’t get to go all geek on anybody. (Too many commas? You think so? )
Riddle me this: was the chair on which Constantine stood the same chair from The Matrix? Because I think it is, and my long-standing insanity of The Matrix has been well-documented. In short, Constantine is the best anti-smoking propaganda film I’ve ever seen.
