Thursday, May 18, 2006

I am Da Vine, Where is Da Vinci?

The New York Times A.O. Scott is the latest reviewer to damn the DV Code with the faintest of praise:
Ron Howard's adaptation of Dan Brown's best-selling primer on how not to write an English sentence, arrives trailing more than its share of theological and historical disputation.

The arguments about the movie and the book that inspired it have not been going on for millennia — it only feels that way — but part of Columbia Pictures' ingenious marketing strategy has been to encourage months of debate and speculation while not allowing anyone to see the picture until the very last minute. Thus we have had a flood of think pieces on everything from Jesus and Mary Magdalene's prenuptial agreement to the secret recipes of Opus Dei, and vexed, urgent questions have been raised: Is Christianity a conspiracy? Is "The Da Vinci Code" a dangerous, anti-Christian hoax? What's up with Tom Hanks's hair?

Luckily I lack the learning to address the first two questions. As for the third, well, it's long, and so is the movie. "The Da Vinci Code," which opened the Cannes Film Festival on Wednesday, is one of the few screen versions of a book that may take longer to watch than to read. (Curiously enough Mr. Howard accomplished a similar feat with "How the Grinch Stole Christmas" a few years back.)

To their credit the director and his screenwriter, Akiva Goldsman (who collaborated with Mr. Howard on "Cinderella Man" and "A Beautiful Mind"), have streamlined Mr. Brown's story and refrained from trying to capture his, um, prose style. "Almost inconceivably, the gun into which she was now staring was clutched in the pale hand of an enormous albino with long white hair." Such language — note the exquisite "almost" and the fastidious tucking of the "which" after the preposition — can live only on the page.

A.O. has a lot of fun with this review:
In spite of some talk (a good deal less than in the book) about the divine feminine, chalices and blades, and the spiritual power of sexual connection, not even a glimmer of eroticism flickers between the two stars. Perhaps it's just as well. When a cryptographer and a symbologist get together, it usually ends in tears.

A reader review sums up the entire viewing experience:
Phenomenally bad film with director, writer and actors all guilty. I am reeling, having just been Hollywoodized. This film drags and drags and ends not a moment too soon. Tom Hanks and Audrey Tautou mail it in, while Bettany and McKellen ham it up. Director Ron Howard takes zero chances. Everything that makes the book interesting, if not well-written, is absent from this stationary lump of a movie, which is about as controversial as vanilla.

Guess a boycott would not be necessary if the first forty reviews on the RottenTomatometer are going to be typical---19% favorable.

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