I’ve stopped reading Dan Brown’s increasingly moronic drivel, but still wonder why Tom Hanks continues to punch below his weight in the crappy movies Ron Howard makes out of it. A paycheck, obviously, or maybe he just likes running around Europe with the year’s hottest young actresses (Felicity Jones this time). The convoluted exposition is not just heavy, it’s constant, even while the two are being chased and shot at, which is most of the time. The art history is cartoon-level, and the conspiracy theories numerous. There’s a difference between pleasurable bafflement and being jerked around. (121 min)