Críticos, aprendam com o Guardian a detonar um filme:

CONSTANTINE: Keanu Reeves must be taking some kind of super-strength Botox to look like this. It is beyond anything as vulgar as bad acting. Those exotic chops are patently not in receipt of electrical impulses from the brain in the conventional manner. Maybe Keanu is shooting up Botox with the calibre of needle they use to subdue a rhinoceros; or maybe he is munching his bodyweight in Botox brownies in the location catering van or smoking rock after rock of a special kind of Botox crack. On screen, he runs; he jumps; he gestures dramatically at the heavens or at his co-star, and those features are set immovably, like an ovoid latex pudding. Perhaps he in in shock and it is all part of the act.

(…) Rachel Weisz plays a sexy cop with a light caseload; she has plenty of time to help Keanu while he inscrutably battles his demons. Tilda Swinton tops her embarrassing performance in The Beach with an outrageously silly turn as an ambiguous Angel Gabriel. There are expensive-looking FX scenes showing the damned souls writhing in hell. All they needed to do was tran a camera on the cinema audience.