Review of Constantine's Sword

the guy who is in front of the camera way to much and the endless cuts to the same damn pic of his father... and the boundless wonder with which he bores, er I mean regales interview subjects with epiphanies related to his past (each of which after the first is a repetition for the unlucky audience: he wanted to be in the air force, he wanted to be and became a priest, cause his family was all about - excuse my while I yawn audibly - holy rolling in search of relics and in fact this is the very street my mother used to go holy card huntin isn't this fascinating?!?!? OY!) is a real drag! This material might have been presented far more economically and with time to go into much more if it hadn't been a star vehicle for some pedantic old preacherman... honestly you can see the eyes of the people he's talking to as they commence to glaze over as he "relates" the subject to himself so he can, you know, relate... what a crashing snoozer this film turned out to be. . . ! how much better if it'd been presented by, oh, I don't know, maybe the Princess Gloria von Turn und Taxis, she's fascinating compared to him, and that's not saying a whole heck of a lot! and what about the fact that Ratzinger now has authorized the sale of Creed fragrances in the Vatican Gift Shoppe? ! !? Of course the man is a denier and and apologist and scented tracks might have borne mute but eau so fragrant witness!