Marlon Brando, great contender, dead at 80
Broadway theatres are dimming their lights tonight at 8pm.
I suggest we all open our windows and holler in honour of the man:
“Steeeeeeelllaaaaaaaaa!!” (mp3)
The Da Vinci Code, glorified fanfic
The Da Vinci Code is one of the most annoying books movie pitches I have ever read. The (stupendously flat) characters bore each other, themselves and the poor unfortunate readers to death with their endless expositioning. It’s a sweet ‘n’ lo version of Foucault’s Pendulum.
Dan Brown’s writing reminds me of PG-13 fanfic and children’s literature. The hero of the story, a poor man’s Indiana Jones, is supposed to be a Harvard professor. He quotes from a copy of ‘My First Symbology’ with the depth of Keanu Reeves in Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure and runs around Paris with his very own Mary-Sue-type heroine encountering comic book villains left and right.
Whodunnit? By the end of the story I couldn’t care less. Dan, seriously, if you want to write fanfic, at least make it a hard R and let your heroes shag already.
That’ll teach me picking up a book with a cover that says “The Number One New York Times Bestseller”.
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