Tom Hanks takes stars again as the dramatic cipher Robert Langdon in Inferno , Ron Howard’s poorest adaptation of Dan Brown’s novels (so far).
Brown's The Da Vinci Code was a decent enough job of illuminating the lives of paranoiacs and religious zealots than a lot of investigative journalism. The other books in the series, though, not quite as much.
Inferno turns on amnesia. Langdon wakes up in a Florence hospital with a head wound and a pretty British doctor (Felicity Jones) checking his vitals. He has no I.D. but amanzingly she knows who he is. She’s a puzzle enthusiast and once saw him lecture when she was a little girl ( I know - the coincidence). Before you can settle in and understand what is going on a craze female in a police uniform is blasting away at them, and suddenly the doctor and his patient are running through the streets, en route to various museums, tombs, and cathedrals in search of something very, very important relating to Dante, Botticelli, and overpopulation ( at least we get great views of Firenze - pardon - Florence). Langdon keeps on having visions, of course all deadly tragic.
Inferno goes from boringly simple to ridiculously convoluted. There is a twist at the end and a ticking-time-bomb climax in the bowels of an ancient Turkish labyrinth.
I don't want to spoil it for you, just in case you feel inclined to go and see it. I like Tom Hanks but this is not one of his finest. Overall a movie to leave and see on DVD on a rainy winter evening.