The Da Vinci Load
Anthony Lane, in his review of The Da Vinci Code film in this week's New Yorker, is unremittingly scathing and borderline hostile. It makes for some pretty entertaining reading.
In his conclusion, to wit, Lane remarks,
"The Catholic Church has nothing to fear from this film. It is not just tripe. It is self-evident, spirit-lowering tripe that could not conceivably cause a single member of the flock to turn aside from the faith. Meanwhile, art historians can sleep easy once more, while fans of the book, which has finally been exposed for the pompous fraud that it is, will be shaken from their trance."
Wow, who let the dogs out? Apparently, Anthony Lane did, that's who. On the The Da Vinci Code. You know, in the review.
Look, just fucking read it.
[New Yorker: Heaven Can Wait]
P.S. The puerile post title above is a shout out to middle school graduates across America. Remember, this is the time to remember because Billy Joel said so and he's pretty much a crazy bloated drunk these days so I guess he was right. Oh, and all that blah blah blah they fed you about run-on sentences - TOTAL BULLSHIT! You're welcome.