Mix a promising plot line with middling actors, throw in a heaping spoonful of marginally entertaining Christian-derived story telling, shake well, pinch your nose and chug- such is Constantine consumption. Keanu Reeves plays John Constantine, a theological misfit doomed to live out his life on earth trying to earn a trip to heaven (by talking like the kid from the Sixth Sense). No really. He teams up with a detective named Angela, played by Rachel Weisz, to unravel a mystery surrounding the death of her twin sister.

The plot is deep and twisting, an unpredictable thrill-ride! (Okay, I made that part up, but I was just checking to see if you were actually reading.)

Constantine isn’t horrid, but it won’t sweep you off your feet to lands of cinematic bliss yet unknown to moviegoers. The Catholic diatribes feel phony and at times the dialogue is disturbingly bad. Though visually appealing and mostly entertaining, an unexciting plot and mediocre acting doom this flick to mediocrity.