The worst part of the film National Treasure: Book of Secrets is:
Nicolas Cage thinks he's Harrison Ford.
Ed Harris thinks he's Harrison Ford.
Jon Voight thinks he's Harrison Ford.
the clues and the answers are presented practically simultaneously. Even
if you're a history major or an archæologist, you're not given enough
time to study the puzzles, and if you're neither, the whole thing just seems
so freaking smug. The viewer is always a witness to the action and is never
allowed to participate.
Okay, I'll confess. It was a trick question. The answer is E — not enough
Harvey Keitel. I like Harvey Keitel.
The best part of National Treasure: Book of Secrets was being able
to pretend, even for a teensy moment in my life, that that nice smart gentleman
was really the president of our nation.
LOL Diner swag is a good gift for anyone who likes Macro Cat humor and also
anyone who likes diner memorabilia. Look, Alton Brown. It's a multitasker.
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