Where he says Keanu does alright for a Buffy imitator

Okay, saw Constantine.

Except for a two minute potty break, I saw the whole thing. Which is pretty cool. I had popcorn and a coke.

Lots of people want to know how it is. Now bearing in mind the high praise I heaped on the likes of Thunderbirds and Sky Captain, I say this was a pretty good movie if you are into the Buffy meets Lethal Weapon kinda thing. Basic plot: Keanu tries to save humanity. But that might be simplifying a tad.

I don’t want to give up much about the movie, so here’s some stuff that’s in it (in no particular order):

  • Devils
  • Angels
  • Half-breeds
  • Cops
  • No robbers (that I saw)
  • A liquor store
  • bugs (not the bunny)
  • A night club
  • a taxicab
  • illegal immigrants
  • psych hospitals with indoor pools
  • a plot twist
  • a bowling alley
  • a laptop computer
  • water and more water
  • a priest or two
  • also, fire
  • but no hellmouth
  • smoking, and non-smoking
  • flashbacks
  • baptism (kinda)
  • a wristwatch
  • a couple of jokes
  • broken glass
  • a zippo

I thought it was good, I did not think it was “comic book-ish” (but apparently is based on one), it was very dark, and no my kids will not be allowed to see it if I ever, ever want them to sleep in their own bed again.

Keanu did not make me think constantly of Bill and Ted, or even Speed, but once or twice I thought Matrix.

Choices

I have a ticket to Constantine.

That’s right. A. Ticket.

I can have my own popcorn, I can choose my own beverage. I don’t have to leave the movie at exactly the wrong moment to go to the bathroom.

It’s the little things.

Seems strange, though. Real strange. I know my seven year old is DYING to see Constantine, since (his words here) “it’s about hell.”

More progress

I’ve made a lot of progress. I don’t suddenly break down into tears after rather routine traffic incidents, for example. And I’m sleeping better, too.

“Are you allowed to love? I thought that was forbidden for a Jedi.”

We’re watching Ep II. Or whatever it’s called. And I’m blogging from the laptop. Technology makes my life soooo much easier.

“Younglings, a visitor we have!”

I left this morning at 9:15 with all three kids; we did basketball pictures, basketball practice. We played on the playground for a while. We changed the oil in the car (or more accurately had somebody change it while we waited). We went to the donut shop, to the park, and then to a birthday party, where we ran and hollered and played and ate some great food and pinata’d and finally came home so the baby could have a nap.

Aside: how old does your child have to be to leave him or her at a birthday party? My son (the one invited) is five. His little sister is one month older than the birthday boy’s sister, so in spite of the “no girls allowed” rule, she was expressly invited to a ‘play date’ with sis. And …

“Excuse me. I’m in charge of security m’lady.”

… my oldest is the same age as a big brother, so it made sense that the three of us go (and no, I am not about to drop off all three kids and run). But on other occasions, say another birthday party, I’ve left the five year old with his friends and gone off to do other things.

Crap, 10 points if you’ve followed this ramble so far.

“But you must be anxious to inspect the units for yourself.” “That’s why I’m here.”

Two out of three kids are asleep, the oldest is with me watching Annakin trying to pick up Natalie Portman.

“Not like here. Here, everything’s soft… and smooth.”

Run if you know what’s good for you, that’s VADER you’re locking lips with!