You know how I said the Da Vinci Code wasn't going to be entertaining? I was wrong. I haven't watched the film, of course, but the reviews alone have handed me more laughs than all of Jim Carrey's movies. Combined.
First there was A.O. Scott in the NY Times. And now, defending his title as the snarkiest of them all here's Anthony Lane's review in the New Yorker.
It's not the funniest Lane review I've read. Or even necessarily the nastiest. It's just that I love the way he doesn't even pretend that this is a movie that may deserve to be taken seriously. It's like he knows before he even buys the popcorn for the show that he's going to take it to the cleaners and he spends the entire movie just thinking up the best one-liners that he can. And boy, does he come up with some good ones. Do not read this piece as a review. Read it as what it is - a rant. And a nasty and therefore entirely enjoyable rant at that.