Robert Langdon is back in a third instalment of Dan Brown's conspiracy-athon. This time, he must race across Europe and against the clock to stop a madman from unleashing a virus that could wipe out half of the world's population.
Plenty [characters] drop Wiki-like factoids or spout lectures until you feel that, surely, you deserve an honorary degree for sitting through this National Treasure's European Vacation mixed with faux-educational drivel.
It's a lot more like a tweed-jacket version of Bond or Bourne or most any other thriller out there. But if Langdon is distinguished from the other globe-trotting saviors by his PhD, why aren't his movies smarter?
You won't ever find me calling Inferno a good movie, but I won't deny that, in dribs and drabs, it gets closer to the marks of fun and quality than I thought possible from this picturesque but dopey franchise.
Inferno is the third movie based on Dan Brown's erudite Harvard professor, and while it's not quite the most forgettable, it's mildly interesting at best, farcical at worst
