on Howard’s film is regrettably ponderous, wooden, and so bereft of wit that its Grail-happy dalliance — heretical or orthodox — has the texture of soggy popcorn. Tom Hanks (Dr. Robert Langdon) is miscast, his sparkle killed by awful dialogue; Audrey Tautou (Sophie Nevau) is all but apologetic for being; only scurillous Ian McKellan (Teabing) gives the proceedings some fizz. Ultimately, though, the fizz fizzles and you’re left with a somnambulist’s version of “Raiders of the Lost Ark.” Daughter of Christ, you say. Sorry, I gave at the office.
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About the Author: Marcia Yarrow
A military brat, Marcia Yarrow was born in Hamburg, Germany but grew up in Germany, Spain, and Provo, Utah. She's been writing for the magazine since its creation in 2004.