It feels like absolutely ages since Constantine finished before Christmas, and another age since the new year before it started. Quite why, I’m not sure, but who cares now, because it’s back!
I had hoped that by the time it returned to screens, it might have been saved from renewal purgatory and been renewed for a — deserved, in my opinion — second season. Sadly that doesn’t seem to have happened, and there are only three episodes left of this season, so to coin a peculiarly British phrase, we’re into squeaky bum time.
But never mind that for now. I have a new episode to review.