... the title for yesterday's post was not a typo.
Indeed, imagine my surprise upon looking at my theatre ticket yesterday to discover that the film version of Dan Brown's best-selling novel actually had some Newfoundland content! (I post it today because, again, for some reason I couldn't upload the picture yesterday).
The Da Vinci Cod ... this adds an interesting philosophical and historical dimension that simply wasn't in the novel. Principally, I have to wonder: was Ron Howard aware of the moratorium? However earth-shattering that cod may be, however much it might potentially shake the foundations of contemporary faith to its core, will the Royal Newfoundland Constabulary be issuing warrants for the arrest of the grail-hunters for jigging where they shouldn't have been? That whole extended chase sequence now has more immediacy, more interest. Though it would have been better filmed in St. John's.
More hills, doncha know.
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I knew there were fish at the last supper but that is to funny...
You know there's a book called The Da Vinci Cod? It's by 'Dan Brine'. No joke. A London curator is found dead with a cod shoved down his throat, and the fun begins...
On the original, I give you Anthony Lane:
"There has been much debate over Dan Brown’s novel ever since it was published, in 2003, but no question has been more contentious than this: if a person of sound mind begins reading the book at ten o’clock in the morning, at what time will he or she come to the realization that it is unmitigated junk? The answer, in my case, was 10:00.03, shortly after I read the opening sentence: “Renowned curator Jacques Saunière staggered through the vaulted archway of the museum’s Grand Gallery.” With that one word, “renowned,” Brown proves that he hails from the school of elbow-joggers—nervy, worrisome authors who can’t stop shoving us along with jabs of information and opinion that we don’t yet require. (Buried far below this tic is an author’s fear that his command of basic, unadorned English will not do the job; in the case of Brown, he’s right.) You could dismiss that first stumble as a blip, but consider this, discovered on a random skim through the book: “Prominent New York editor Jonas Faukman tugged nervously at his goatee.” What is more, he does so over “a half-eaten power lunch,” one of the saddest phrases I have ever heard."
Matt
Haven't seen or read the "Davinci Code", but the "Davinci Cod" could perhaps be about missing sections of the Fisheries Act, which enforced the rule of no foreign over-fishing. Now that might have changed lives.
Funny picture.
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