The biggest book in recent
years would usually welcome the biggest film of the year. An opening
gala premiere at Cannes, a court case to justify the legitimacy of the
author's input and a huge fan base eager to see what the visualisation
of their favourite book would look like.
But here in lies the problem.
The book which read like a 400 page scenario, but with some odd geographical
points and some need for disbelief; was always going to be a hard story
to adapt for the big screen that would please the following but be welcomed
by those new to the book.
The film is very faithful
one, but with a writer like Akiva Goldsman adapting you were never going
to get an adaptation of the quality of The Godfather or LA Confidential,
both films that took risks with the source material and did make big changes
to the story (Jack Vincennes dies and writing out Ed Exley's father in
James Ellroy's book). But this film is so faithful it does not take
chances it takes Brown's words as bible and does not even attempt to alter
characters and takes their very two-dimensional physical attributes and
characteristics, refusing for a different take.
The film though does provide
an usual viewing experience, while the characters describe past events
in Christian history we get a version of it play behind them which plays
like a slide show or historical children's programme. All this is
vital to showing the history of the huge conspiracy theory, but instead
maybe they could have shown the emotion and reaction in the faces of those
who knew this haunting information. The showing of history is at
times distracting from the present day treasure hunt which should have
been the basis of the film.
It is a shame because
some of the performances are quite good, Tom Hanks is the rock of the picture
and although not given the faith of the web he is the central figure of
the picture; Ian McKellen hams it up as only he can and Paul Bettany, as
Silas, provides the sinister edge to the film and gives us horror in his
(unnecessary) self-flagellating scenes.
Unfortunately through
no fault of their own we do not see enough of Jean Reno (Fache) and Alfred
Molina, who are victims of the source material.
In terms of cinematic
style it is the weakest film of Ron Howard's oeuvre but he cannot be blamed,
he took the very hot potato of controversy that he knew it would be and
the film will make a lot of money for Imagine Entertainment (his production
company with Brian Grazer) as for everyone else involved.
The film grossed over
$100m worldwide in its first weekend, but unfortunately that old PR tool
of positive word of mouth will turn into negative reviews for all concerned.
There is an old adage
that fits this film and all concerned, but in spite of their best efforts
they come just short of expectations and the past triumphs of their week,
'You're damned if you do, damned if you don't'.
Jamie
Garwood