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I saw the movie Constantine this weekend. This came as a surprise for a few of reasons.
The folks I was with wanted to see it, which I didn't expect. This is the kind of flick I generally file away in the "have to catch that on cable" part of my brain, because it's just not fair to subject people to movies that make them feel bad.
I'll admit it, I read some the comic books years ( like 10 years, ouch ) ago. It was that golden age of dark DC comics and Constanine was a demonic, chain smoking, angst ridden, jester. In short, he greatly appealed to the wiser than thou liberal arts college students we once were.
Another surprise, the movie didn't suck. Well, Keanu wouldn't have made my personal list of Constantine candidates. Actually, come to think of it, Denis Leary would have been near perfect. He has the look, exudes cynicism, three pack a day voice; if he could loose the Boston and pull off a cockney accent, perfect.
Still, it's not Keanu's fault he doesn't meet my casting criteria. Overall, the movie had enough of the spirit I wanted that I can't really bitch. Indeed, I thought the tone was impressively consistent, but for one thing. There really wasn't any love interested, but some moron made an artistic description to shoehorn one in. Indeed, the last five minutes didn't fit the rest of the movie much. I hate that.
Ending a story is really the hardest part of the trip. Take it from a fiction churning liberal arts college student, sometimes stopping a story is like watching a dog spinning around before it finally collapses. It's can be painful to watch, and you can never be quite sure if the dog stopped where it wanted or simply gave up. Constantine had a little of that.
Million Dollar Baby just swept the latest movie awards show. It had a whole lot of "are we there yet" at the end. So many movies would be so much better if they knew when to call it quits. AI was a tragedy, no matter how you cut it. Still, it could have died somewhat gracefully if they left the last twenty minutes on the cutting room floor.
The Lord of the Rings was brought to the screen in an excellent adaptation. You might think I'm going to criticsize the ending, I'm not. The book, however, had no idea how to stop itself and flitted to end several story lines like a moth in a glass, before finally running out of air.
For me, I don't know how to end this rant, so...
The folks I was with wanted to see it, which I didn't expect. This is the kind of flick I generally file away in the "have to catch that on cable" part of my brain, because it's just not fair to subject people to movies that make them feel bad.
I'll admit it, I read some the comic books years ( like 10 years, ouch ) ago. It was that golden age of dark DC comics and Constanine was a demonic, chain smoking, angst ridden, jester. In short, he greatly appealed to the wiser than thou liberal arts college students we once were.
Another surprise, the movie didn't suck. Well, Keanu wouldn't have made my personal list of Constantine candidates. Actually, come to think of it, Denis Leary would have been near perfect. He has the look, exudes cynicism, three pack a day voice; if he could loose the Boston and pull off a cockney accent, perfect.
Still, it's not Keanu's fault he doesn't meet my casting criteria. Overall, the movie had enough of the spirit I wanted that I can't really bitch. Indeed, I thought the tone was impressively consistent, but for one thing. There really wasn't any love interested, but some moron made an artistic description to shoehorn one in. Indeed, the last five minutes didn't fit the rest of the movie much. I hate that.
Ending a story is really the hardest part of the trip. Take it from a fiction churning liberal arts college student, sometimes stopping a story is like watching a dog spinning around before it finally collapses. It's can be painful to watch, and you can never be quite sure if the dog stopped where it wanted or simply gave up. Constantine had a little of that.
Million Dollar Baby just swept the latest movie awards show. It had a whole lot of "are we there yet" at the end. So many movies would be so much better if they knew when to call it quits. AI was a tragedy, no matter how you cut it. Still, it could have died somewhat gracefully if they left the last twenty minutes on the cutting room floor.
The Lord of the Rings was brought to the screen in an excellent adaptation. You might think I'm going to criticsize the ending, I'm not. The book, however, had no idea how to stop itself and flitted to end several story lines like a moth in a glass, before finally running out of air.
For me, I don't know how to end this rant, so...