Donna and I procured a baby sitter (i.e. roped a friend into spending the evening at our house) and went to see The DaVinci Code Monday night. Three years ago we went on a ski trip with my parents, and my mother had just received this book for Christmas. I picked it up after hearing about it and devoured it. I then read Angels & Demons immediately, which I loved -especially when the Pope died last year.

The movie was really good and I didn’t even mind Tom Hank’s hair at all. A few differences bugged me (like Tatou stepping onto the pond and making that horrid joke outside Rosslyn Chapel) but overall it energized my whole notion of religion. 

Donna and I have always agreed to disagree on the topic, as I am more religious than she is. But that’s partially her being a rational, pragmatic being and my not being one. Anyway, on the way home she asked what I thought of the ideology of the film and book. I said I am eager to agree with most of it wholeheartedly, not because I want to debunk organized religion but because I am more inclined to tailor things to my own separate, unrehashed beliefs. I believe in God and I have faith, but I am also skeptical of organized religion and know that man has corrupted God.

I believe the scared feminine (to steal Langdon’s term, or was it Brown’s?) was suppressed by the Church. I know that the Big JC could have a blood line. So what? Good for him. Wouldn’t you want that to happen? How can we ever move towards a second coming and no evolution and mutation of religion without some jumping off place. Religion is antiquated as it stands, and I can say that. I’ve been there. I’ve been zealous in my church going before and now I don’t go. My church lies in my heart and I don’t believe I am a heretic for saying so. I play the games because what I believe and what I feel is what works for me and my relationship with "God". And in someways, I think my wife and I have come to a closer conclusion than ever.

On another note, when my father saw this movie this weekend, he fell asleep. Later on the way home, he turned to my mum and said "I must’ve fallen asleep during the part where they traveled to Rome."