Since I must be the only person in American (the world?) who hasn't read
The Da Vinci Code, I went into the movie last Friday with only a vague idea of what it was about.
Sure, I'd heard that the premise of the book/movie was based on Jesus and Mary Magdalen having a family, etc., etc., but I didn't really know how it all fit together.
I have to say, I liked the movie, with all of its flaws (unless you've been living under a rock, you've heard the reviews). I liked it a lot.
Except for one thing that bugged me. Everything made sense, and followed along logically in the story except for the clue to open the cryptex (cryptix? I dunno; I haven't read the book so I don't know how it's spelled. Yeah, I could look it up, but I'm in the throes of a blog entry.).
Why was the word "apple" the password? It's English. Why would the Priory of Scion make their code word to open its most important document in English?
It should have been in Latin, the universal language of the Church and Opus Dei
or barring that, in French, which was the original language of the Knights Templar. It made no sense for me for the word to be in English.
Granted, I haven't read the book, so if I'm missing something, by all means, clear it up.
But as a writer who has created a world and legends and secret societies, I've taken great care to keep in mind the language these people would have used when creating their passwords, terminology, etc., that are meant to span centuries and geography. It seems like such a small thing, yet, to me, it's a big flaw in the story.
As I was watching Tom Hanks try and figure out the word, I kept thinking of Latin or French words that would work; and when he finally divulged the clue, all I could think of was Gwyneth Paltrow's baby.
It totally didn't work for me.
The other thing that niggled at me--and always does in a Tom Hanks movie (even though I absolutely adore him)--are those big deep lines he gets between his eyebrows when he's serious. They're getting deeper and deeper, and unfortunately, whenever I see them, I'm always reminded of that scene at the end of
When Harry Met Sally... when Harry is telling Sally all of the reasons he knows he loves her, and he says, "...and I love the way you get that little crinkle above your nose when you're looking at me like I'm crazy....and I love...."
It makes me want to massage them away, or at the very least, call him up and tell him he's giving himself wrinkle lines!
It's probably too late for that.
Okay, so I liked the Da Vinci Code....
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