I went and saw Constantine this weekend. It was collosal. Collosally dissapointing. The coolest part of the movie was shown on Leno. Their is this scary fucking demon thing inside this little girl. Instead of compulsively reciting “The Power of Christ Compels you” or Defaulting to Arimaic, he tells the demon “My Name Is John Constantine”. Shit. If I saw this thing coming out of this girls stomach, I’d be like “My Name Is Frank Hendrix Whore Face”. (My roomate.)
Smooth, I know.
Josh Ziering