That same messy black soils John Constantines trench coat, his blond hair, and every crevice and crack of Hellblazer #207. The well-kempt Constantine of the silver screen, fresh from the dry cleaner and the beauty salon, would be appalled by the sheer stench one imagines fills this comic-book Constantines world. Its not pretty, but then again, pulp never is. Read Full Review
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