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Constantine
Feb. 20th, 2005 12:29 amI went to see the movie... it was better than the comic-book adaptation had made it out to be, and was actually pretty decent overall. The one thing that really annoyed me from the adaptation -- that they killed Chas -- was actually not that bad, because the movie made it VERY CLEAR that it was not the same Chas in any way.
Chas in the comic book:
Completely mundane.
Works for money.
Middle-aged guy.
Constantly complaining that Constantine's putting him in danger.
Chas in the movie:
Constantine's 'apprentice'.
Works for free.
School-aged kid.
Constantly complaining that Constatine isn't putting him in enough danger.
Of course, like all dead action-movie sidekicks, he was left sprawled in a pool of his own blood without a second thought, while the leading couple walked off into the sunset.
If you ignore the cliches (there were plenty of cliches) the movie had a ton of stuff that was actually good, though.
At any rate, at the end of the movie, the credits started rolling -- ordinary boring white on black credits. *yawn* I decided to leave early, like I usually do, but the large family groups to either side were apparently sitting through. Grr. So I climbed over the seat in front...
...and discovered that movie theater seats make wonderful impromptu leg-hold traps. I was stuck there for a while, twisting my foot every which way to try to figure out how to get it back out, while the people I'd climbed over the seat to get around got up and left after all, like everyone else completely ignoring me.
Eventually, I managed to pull my foot out of my shoe and escape, without having to gnaw off any limbs. The takeaway from this, though, was that making a fool of yourself in public is a lot less embarassing in real life than in dreams. q:3 Fewer people laugh.
Chas in the comic book:
Completely mundane.
Works for money.
Middle-aged guy.
Constantly complaining that Constantine's putting him in danger.
Chas in the movie:
Constantine's 'apprentice'.
Works for free.
School-aged kid.
Constantly complaining that Constatine isn't putting him in enough danger.
Of course, like all dead action-movie sidekicks, he was left sprawled in a pool of his own blood without a second thought, while the leading couple walked off into the sunset.
If you ignore the cliches (there were plenty of cliches) the movie had a ton of stuff that was actually good, though.
At any rate, at the end of the movie, the credits started rolling -- ordinary boring white on black credits. *yawn* I decided to leave early, like I usually do, but the large family groups to either side were apparently sitting through. Grr. So I climbed over the seat in front...
...and discovered that movie theater seats make wonderful impromptu leg-hold traps. I was stuck there for a while, twisting my foot every which way to try to figure out how to get it back out, while the people I'd climbed over the seat to get around got up and left after all, like everyone else completely ignoring me.
Eventually, I managed to pull my foot out of my shoe and escape, without having to gnaw off any limbs. The takeaway from this, though, was that making a fool of yourself in public is a lot less embarassing in real life than in dreams. q:3 Fewer people laugh.
