I haven’t read The DaVinci Code yet. I want to, but the last time I was book shopping it was available only in hardback, and there are only a very, very FEW authors on my Hardback List.
That said, a friend (I forget who… Richard?) handed me a water-damaged copy of Angels and Demons, which is Dan Brown’s first Langdon book. It wasn’t bad. It had Illuminati, and Freemasons, and Rome, and hidden secrets, and a dead Pope, and all that. Pretty interesting stuff, and while he clearly takes some license with history, it’s hard to see where history leaves off and Dan Brown begins. The book is very believable.
Well, except for the commercially available scramjet, and some of the ignorance necessary to facilitate “cabbaging” (the act of explaining things to the reader by explaining them to a cabbage-headed character who really SHOULD already know this stuff).
Anyway, I finished it last night… err… this morning at around 2am.
This afternoon I went to see National Treasure, starring Nicholas Cages, Boromir, And Some Other People. It was a lot of fun, and I realized that it’s set squarely in the same genre as DaVinci Code, Angels and Demons, and any number of other titles in which freemasons, the Illuminati, or catacombs feature prominently. Heck, that’s a good part of the hook in the Indiana Jones series, and the same could have been said for Tomb Raider if it weren’t for the fact that Angelina Jolie is much more attractive than the stupid plots of either of her game-franchise films.
So National Treasure was fun. It wasn’t especially cranial fun, but it was fun, and that’s what I go to the movies for. If I want intellectual stimulation, I’ll read a book. If I want a cathartic, cry-baby experience, I’ll surf livejournal.com. 😉 Mostly what I want right NOW, though, is a copy of The DaVinci Code. The goofy-fun movie I saw has me hungry for something in the same vein, only with more thinking and less Annoying Blond Actress Whose Accent I’m Not Believing.