Opus Dei-Oh, Dei-ei-ei-Oh

Opus daaaaay-Oh. Daylight come & me wanna go home. Actually, I am home, and daylight's a-coming. I just finished watching The Da Vinci Code & I cannot believe what a snooze fest it was. Tom Hanks really phoned that one in, he looked like a serial killer on way too many valiums. I counted at least 3 moments where he sounded exactly like William Shatner.

What I enjoyed most were the little historic tutorials throughout Opie Cunningham's requiem of a movie. I didn't read the book, but I did see the two specials on CNN & the History Channel, so I didn't learn anything from the religion lessons. I got a little inner thrill when Ian McKellen roared in disgust & hurled the Malleus Maleficarum across the room. (One for our side. Cackle.)

No matter how hard I tried to get rid of it, the vision of Andy Dick, as the self-flagellating murderer in an MTV Movie Award parody, kept popping into my head whenever I saw "Silas the Ghost." That really neutralized his malevolence for me.

The film was a nice history lesson and, Goddess knows, I love anything that de-sanctifies christianity, but it is dark, confusing & too damned long. I should have watched the Flavor of Love marathon on VH1.