A confusing lame script: a
cold atmosphere prevails
In Florence,
Italy, Harvard
professor of symbolism Robert Langdon is drawn into a harrowing world centered
on one of history's most enduring and mysterious literary masterpieces: Dante's
“Inferno”. When he wakes up in an Italian hospital with amnesia, he teams up
with Sienna Brooks, a doctor he hopes will help him recover his
memories.
All mysteries become more
visual clued through Botticelli’s painting of hell.
Against this backdrop, Langdon overcomes his amnesia, battles a chilling adversary and grapples with a confusing riddle that pulls him into a landscape of classic art, secret passageways, and futuristic science. Can he with another professor with whom he once entertained a romance save the world?
This is the lamest of the trilogies, and if
Langdon feels confused by memory hallucinations, we are triply baffled. There
is no suspense, no chemistry between either of the two female geniuses he works
with to prevent the “apocalyptic demise of the world. One of the dames proves to
be on side with evil. The glorious Istanbul
concert halls final scene if stunning, and perhaps it is this that makes the
film worthy of seeing if you can stick it out to the end. Tom Hanks not only
tried to save the world in his role as the professor, but you could see him
trying to “feel” the part to make the film work. Fortunately, the novel by Dan Brown is far superior to its film version.
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