Close upon the heels of its excellent review of the Gospel of Judas, The New Yorker has published a hilarious review of The Da Vinci Code movie. It’s by Anthony Lane, who admits that he has recited the Nicene Creed throughout his adult life. He has an excellent grasp of history, to match his virtuoso command of the language. Lane compares Ron Howard’s rendering of the Council of Nicea to a Beastie Boys concert. Can The New Yorker really be emerging as a useful source of Christian apologetics? (Ssshhh. Don’t let the editors find out.) Hat tip: JPN.