I hearted the New York Times' review of The DaVinci Code.
The review is chock-full of lines like this:
In spite of some talk (a good deal less than in the book) about the divine feminine, chalices and blades, and the spiritual power of sexual connection, not even a glimmer of eroticism flickers between the two stars. Perhaps it's just as well. When a cryptographer and a symbologist get together, it usually ends in tears.
Made me smile at 8 a.m. on a Thursday. No mean feat.