Constantine 2 stirs from the ether, Francis Lawrence’s 120-minute (projected) sequel, slated for 2025. Keanu Reeves’ John Constantine, occult detective, battles a new Hellspawn, perhaps tied to Peter Stormare’s Lucifer. Akela Cooper’s script could weave Constantine’s grit—demons, smokes, fate—with deeper lore.

Reeves’ Constantine is bruised faith—his exorcism rite bites, his smirk sharp. Stormare’s devil could chill, Rachel Weisz’s return (TBD) a spark, though angels lack bite. Dion Beebe’s visuals—dim churches, fiery pits—would sear, Tyler Bates’ score a gothic hum. Action—hellgate duels, relic chases—is raw, edited to haunt. The film seeks salvation’s edge, a 2025 nod to dark heroes, with fans praying hard.

Constantine 2 is John’s cross, Reeves’ soul still damned.