I realised on rewatch this movie's in the (surprisingly rare for me) category where the theatre experience is tough to replicate -- partially because you know how it all ends up, but also partially because the magnificent Vatican architecture just doesn't awe as much on a home screen. Still, the movie's quite good, particularly because of McGregor's magnetic performance (helped by the fact that the repeated visual contrast of the black cassock against the splendid Vatican backdrop is amazing). It doesn't really capture the complexity of the novel (though it makes valiant attempts), and while Hanks is as always captivatingly likable, he comes off as a bit too stereotypically cocksure Hollywood hero who knows and can eveything without much input or help. This is not the case in the novel, where his input is frequently important, but spurred on by the knowledge and ideas of others, and you frequently feel his desperation and feelings of inadequacy. But these are quibbles on an entertaining movie, and this remains my favourite Langdon film. ( )