Works of Fiction

Jenny had a girls night out tonight, which meant I watched football and then rented a movie to kill my time. I rented "The Da Vinci Code," as I had never read the book or seen the movie before, but had heard it was, at minimal, interesting fiction. Most of the people who had told me such, were people who had read the book.

I'm guessing the book reads far better than the movie flows. It wasn't that the movie was boring, but it wasn't as well done as many other movies in its genre. Even a movie like "National Treasure" seemed to be done better while incorporating the same style of genre.

I've never been concerned with the religious hype that surrounded the book or the movie, and still am not. Watching the movie tonight did its purpose, of killing time, and little else. It will not remain one of my favorites, though I might be more than less interested to read other things that Dan Brown has written.