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A review by aceinit
Hellblazer: India by Stefano Landini, Giuseppe Camuncoli, Peter Milligan, Simon Bisley
3.0
The “India” arc is one of my favorites in recent series history, despite its highly abrupt climax and resolution—both in terms of the battle against John’s latest demonic foe and his quest to be reunited with Phoebe.
But what really bothers me here is the prominence Epiphany Greaves is beginning to have in the series, and the fact that the writers are obviously steering her in to be Constantine’s long-term leading lady. She seems more like a modern-day fangirl than any kind of serious match for someone as jaded as John. His occasional protective streak concerning her comes off as partly paternal and part mid-life crisis. Yes, she’s an alchemist. Yes, she can hold her own. Yes, she can and does save John’s ass. But that doesn’t mean I have to take her seriously.
If John *has* to have a girl in his life and it *has* to be a younger gal, I’d much rather see the return of Angie Spatchcock than this blue-haired groupie. At least with Angie, there wasn’t a recurring joke (and I use that term loosely) about John being scared witless of her father. Which, given all that Constantine’s been through in his 50 years, I’m not buying. It’s laughable, and not in a good way.
But what really bothers me here is the prominence Epiphany Greaves is beginning to have in the series, and the fact that the writers are obviously steering her in to be Constantine’s long-term leading lady. She seems more like a modern-day fangirl than any kind of serious match for someone as jaded as John. His occasional protective streak concerning her comes off as partly paternal and part mid-life crisis. Yes, she’s an alchemist. Yes, she can hold her own. Yes, she can and does save John’s ass. But that doesn’t mean I have to take her seriously.
If John *has* to have a girl in his life and it *has* to be a younger gal, I’d much rather see the return of Angie Spatchcock than this blue-haired groupie. At least with Angie, there wasn’t a recurring joke (and I use that term loosely) about John being scared witless of her father. Which, given all that Constantine’s been through in his 50 years, I’m not buying. It’s laughable, and not in a good way.