


This poor man has been shot and will die late at night inside the Louvre his wounds, although mortal, fortunately leave him time enough to conceal a safe deposit key, strip himself, cover his body with symbols written in his own blood, arrange his body in a pose and within a design by Da Vinci, and write out, also in blood, an encrypted message, a scrambled numerical sequence and a footnote to Sophie Neveu ( Audrey Tautou), the pretty French policewoman whom he raised after the death of her parents. Hanks stars as Robert Langdon, a Harvard symbologist in Paris for a lecture when Inspector Fache ( Jean Reno) informs him of the murder of museum curator Jacques Sauniere (Jean-Pierre Marielle). Luckily, Ron Howard is a better filmmaker than Dan Brown is a novelist he follows Brown's formula (exotic location, startling revelation, desperate chase scene, repeat as needed) and elevates it into a superior entertainment, with Tom Hanks as a theo-intellectual Indiana Jones.

While the book is a potboiler written with little grace and style, it does supply an intriguing plot. And that since everyone has read the novel, I need only give away one secret - that the movie follows the book religiously. Let us begin, then, by agreeing that The Da Vinci Code is a work of fiction.
