Doing The Da Vinci Job

Went to see The Da Vinci Code last night, and I, er, actually rather enjoyed it. And not it a super-ironic way either. It had been pretty uniformly slated by all, friends and reviews alike, so my expectations were pretty low: I was expecting something at least as bad as Troy. And it wasn't. It was pretty leisurely paced, but I got quite absorbed in it. Competently executed, nothing egregiously wrong. Lots of pretty pictures. While I was watching, I kept thinking of North by Northwest, only - as if this sentence needs to be written - Tom Hanks ain't no Cary Grant. Then I came home and laughed uproariously at some clips of Charlie Chaplin, so you're free to dismiss my opinion out of hand.