Constantine

Pres­ley was busy study­ing tonight (damn MBA school), so I fig­ured I’d check out a movie. But what to see? An Oscar win­ner? Avi­a­tor? Mil­lion Dol­lar Baby? nah.

Since I enjoy read­ing reli­gious texts, I thought I’d check out the lat­est Keanu movie, Con­stan­tine. From the trail­er, I thought it looked cheesy, but chock full of demons, and the occult… fun on a wednes­day night, right?

Well, yea… it was fun. Despite what the New York­er might think:

Con­stan­tine turns Catholic doc­trine, rit­u­al, and icono­graph into schlock… Imag­ine Jew­ish ver­sion of the spec­ta­cle–Angel, star­ring Vin Diesel, in which God’s mes­sen­ger stays Abraham’s hand in mid-sac­ri­fice and then earns His approval by low­er­ing him­self into cursed pharaon­ic tombs with tied-togeth­er prayer shawls. In a Hin­du ver­sion–Vish­nu, with Nico­las Cage–Shiva unleash­es his snakes on the out­skirts of Pough­keep­sie and starts a war between truck dri­vers and apple pick­ers.

Oh, you’re no fun Mr. Den­by…

Then again, my par­tic­u­lar reli­gious inter­ests tend toward “hereti­cal” Chris­t­ian texts, such as the Gnos­tic gospels, so I sup­pose I’m not as con­cerned about pro­tect­ing the Faith.

If Con­stan­tine whets your appetite for all things dev­il­ish, I’d rec­om­mend read­ing Elaine Pagels’ mono­graph, The Ori­gin of Satan… oh, and it’s noth­ing like the movie.

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