Crikey, me shield!

It just occurred to me that I haven't expressed an online opinion on the whole "Keanu Reeves as John Constantine and the whole thing being set in LA/New York/American city of choice with a quintessentially British character suddenly becoming American because Hollywood doesn't know any British actors apart from Hugh Grant" controversy.

(and the winner for the longest sentence in an LJ this week goes to...)

Anyway, back to Keanu and the Hellblazer movie. Not happy, Jan. Mainly because to me it's like getting Steve Irwin to play Captain America, and then setting the whole thing in outback Queensland because Steve doesn't do a convincing American accent. Being a cynical British magician with the psychic equivalent of a "Kick Me" sign on his back is what the Constantine character is, and if you change that, then you don't have Constantine, you have a completely different character who happens to have the same name.

Much like with the whole Steve Irwin as Captain America analogy.

"Crikey, me shield!"

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Hopping off now, mainly because Phil's supposed to be calling at some point, and I need to free up the phone. Because my answering service is getting more calls than I do, and I'm the jealous type. ;)

Oh, and I had a good time last night, BTW. Apparently my Inner Girl is a Goth - I pulled off a fairly convincing Child of the Night. ;)

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For my darling father, who I was supposed to call tonight, until Phil and that peculiar beer-driven time warp applied:


Happy Father's Day!

*smooches* My Dad rocks. Really he does.