Book it! Part Two

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Why I like the book better

It’s not Tom Hank’s hair or his arduous effort in opening his mouth as he delivers his lines like he just suffered from a stroke or was about to have one. Time constrained movies cannot go deep into the characters’ persona to make one empathize with them as books can. The book’s plot is laid down pat with no limitation as to the reader’s imagination. In the book, small seemingly trivial trimmings and details are explained giving sound basis to theories, which I either missed in the movie or I did not understand. I asked Kigao if he noticed any discussion of PHI and why there was sex in the rituals of the priory of scions, which wasn’t explained or I missed because of numbers 1 to 4 (refer to above post) in the movie. I also missed the part when Robert Langdon had to drive an automatic during the chase with the French authorities.

Aside from Tom Hanks seemingly magical powers when anagram and analytical thinking, although a gift, are more of skill and of one’s intellect than having anything to do with divine intervention or magic, the movie came off as just like any other movie. Nothing for the Church, the ratings board, to go a-ga-ga about. Needless to say, the hype, the for-adults-only ratings was for naught. Nothing threatening in there since it is obviously just another fictional movie.

The book, on the other hand causes eyebrows to raise, and makes one think and sift through what may be real or fiction. The way Dan Brown linked everything and explained the theories in the book was enough reason for the Church to be intimidated and threatened, and it seemed valid. But not with the movie. Well. What did I expect? In fairness, the movie was ok. For a movie.

Our own imaginations are definitely far better than any Hollywood movie.

My 8-yr old daughter asked me why only adults can watch it. After seeing The Da Vinci Code, I don’t have an answer for her.

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