Angels and Demons (Ron Howard, 2009) review
Tom Hanks and director Ron Howard re-team after their last Langdon adventure The Da Vinci Code for this religious-lit thriller and undeserved hit Angels & Demons. There is really nothing about this movie that screams out for the necessity of its existence. Audiences will flock to this film much like they do to their churches but I can only think they will feel as cheated as I do by the story that unfolds onscreen. To the degree that it works, it’s as a lesson in the gravitational pull of a movie star’s accrued goodwill. Ditching the derided hairstyle of his first run-through as Harvard professor and religious symbology expert Robert Langdon, Hanks is the well-oiled pace car that keeps this entire thing moving at a sustained, reasonable clip.
Langdon joins forces with Inspector Olivetti (Pierfrancesco Favino) and Vittoria Vetra (Ayelet Zurer), an enigmatic Italian scientist; together, they embark on a frantic dash through the Vatican’s secretive vault, old cathedrals, sealed crypts and dangerous catacombs, facing snide and stone-faced pushback from Commander Richter (Stellan Skarsgard, looking gassy), the head of the Swiss Guard, the pope’s personal security detail. While Cardinal Strauss (Armin Mueller-Stahl) insists on proceeding with the conclave that will choose the next pope, Camerlengo Patrick McKenna (Ewan McGregor) pushes for extra time and evacuation measures, all while hoping that Langdon and Vetra can untangle a 400-year-old trail of ancient symbols that serve as the Vatican’s best hope for survival.
The movie is severely lacking but credit of the movie’s box office success should go to Hanks, who is a smart and intuitive actor, quite apart from being just a likeable one. In addition to just having the authority to convey historical detail and theory in such a compressed fashion, Hanks also has a keen feeling for how much exasperation, assertiveness or swallowed panic to inject into a given moment; when he meets Commander Richter’s snootiness with a wry, “Hey, fellas, you called me,” or argues an important point of timeliness with a pair of Italian cops, it has the ability to blind less critically-leaning minds — temporarily, perhaps, but effectively — to the narrative’s implausabilities. That is certainly the definition of star power — the superhuman ability to effect suspension of disbelief.
Apart from Langdon, though, most of the characters in Angels & Demons does not hold on to one’s attention. McGregor’s is the flashiest, most substantive supporting role, and he does a fine enough job. As I watched I found myself trying to rewrite the story in my head faster than the story was being told to me on screen, and my version was more believeable which at the core is why this movie does not work. Having said that, if you’re a fan of the book or Code, then you’ll find a way to have faith in this film.
Just so-so; use some discretion.





















