Ah well. Enough guilt.
fairplaythings, C-dawg and I went to see Constantine last night. I didn't have much in the way of expectations -- my acquaintance with Hellblazer is pretty much limited to the places it brushes up against Sandman, and when they made Our Hero an American and a brunette (can a male be a brunette? If not, what's the equivalent?), I lowered what expectations I had.
My review: there was a good movie in there, but that wasn't it. Oh, it wasn't awful. There were some genuinely good moments, and the plot had potential, but it never quite fulfilled that potential. There were a number of little things that bothered me (Sisyphus vs. Tantalus, in particular), and the rest of the movie wasn't good enough to make up for them. But it wasn't nearly as bad as it could have been. So that's okay.
The boy is sick, so I shall take myself to bed now with a glass of OJ in an effort to be so well-rested and hydrated that I can't possibly catch it. I'm not sure how successful this plan is likely to be, but let's all cross our fingers, shall we...? :)