By this point Dan Brown resembles a disobedient child; we’re telling him to stop writing rubbish and he responds by continuing with his writing whilst looking us directly in the eyes. Basically take the main features of The Da Vinci Code (stupidity, ludicrous plot, boring characters etc) and raise them to the next level whilst giving Tom Hanks a haircut. I love Ron Howard but fucking hell he needs to move on. The whole film feels like Dan Brown is painting your face with a pot of his own liquid shit, with the intention of spoon feeding you the leftovers.
