The movie bored me just as much as the book did. I hoped Ron Howard could pull off a miracle and make a book that I could only listen to, and not read, more interesting. Alas and alack, it was not to be.
Strangely, the movie had the exact opposite problem most movies have. The first, third and fourth acts almost put me to sleep while the second was almost riviting. Almost.
What was most interesting were the protesters outside. I had small conversations wtih them. I wish I had a tape recorder. My favorite exchange went something like this:
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Me: So, you want me to denounce the book because of the author’s poor understanding of history, self-serving manipulation of events, and contrived plot?
Them: Yes.
Me: Okay. I’ll do that. Now, can we apply the same standards to the Bible?
Them: No, because the Bible was written by God.
Me: I see…
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You can imagine where it went from there.