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Rating: In the great wave of comic book movies that has swept over the world's cinemas since the first "X-Men," little of note has been seen. Yes, certainly, seeing a believable Spider-Man is thrilling, "Superman" hadn't flown for far too long, but those few satisfactions that Hollywood has given us do not compensate for the mass of crap we had to endure. Just to name two, "Ghost Rider" and "Hulk" were naive, Daredevil was barely presentable. "The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen" was unwatchable.
That said, and moving on to the subject of this review, the film in question, "Constantine," is to be considered a glass half full. It has higher origins than most of the aforementioned titles, as the character was invented by the legendary Alan Moore, and it is the main series of the "adult" (not in a pornographic sense, obviously) comic book lineup of Vertigo, a DC Comics subdivision.
John Constantine is a magician. A magician with a certain reputation. Here, he's just an exorcist. Who finds himself, not by his own will, having to prevent the world from being destroyed by the son of Lucifer.
The character is far from what you see in the pages of his series, titled "Hellblazer." There, John has the blond appearance of Sting; here, he has the sullen face of Keanu Reeves. It doesn't connect, but Reeves's performance is excellent. Indolent and impatient with his situation.
The film doesn't deserve particularly passionate reviews, and anyway, you can find plenty online. My advice is to watch it, to spend a couple of hours in tranquility. But afterward, please, do yourself a favor, and get to know the Liverpool occultist in his true sense, that of the immoral, lying, demon- and man-cheating version that he is in the printed portrayal.
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