Finally, someone else sees this!

Kristen King

www.inkthinkerblog.com — I just read the most delightful review of The Da Vinci Code [movie] in The New Yorker. A few months ago, a friend of mine commented that the characters in The Da Vinci Code weren’t as deep at the ink they were written with. (Best. Comment. Ever.) This review shared that sentiment.

Some of my favorite passages included “… where a new villain, hitherto suspected by nobody except the audience…,” “As a rule, you should beware of any movie in which characters utter lines of dialogue whose proper place is on the advertising poster,” and, my favorite favorite, “…no question has been more contentious than this: if a person of sound mind begins reading the book at ten o’clock in the morning, at what time will he or she come to the realization that it is unmitigated junk? The answer, in my case, was 10:00.03, shortly after I read the opening sentence…”

I hated the book (if memory serves, at one point I physically threw it across the room in disgust) and giggled through the movie (except, in the interest of complete honesty for one part when someone jumped out of the shadows and I gasped so loudly that the people three rows in front of me started laughing and pointing at me). God Bless Anthony Lane for telling it like it is.

So, moving forward, how ’bout we just all pretend the whole Da Vinci Code thing never happened? Trust me, it’s better that way.

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