No "Harumphs" Allowed!

Rating: Null/10 (25 January 2007)

Only the bluest of meanies could fuss about Disney's National Treasure, a thoroughly entertaining and innocuous chase movie from Brand Bruckheimer. Nick Cage and his crew (obligatory sidekick, eye-candy, and old fart) are off to find the treasure, clues to which are encrypted on the back of the Declaration of Independence.
Forget logic and just enjoy the nicely pieced-together plotting while you admire Cage's rug and Diane Kruger's rack. There's not a really dirty word in the flick and the only crudity is so subtle I almost missed it (watch Cage pull off his latex gloves in front of baddie Sean Bean; it's a hoot).
Really, that's the total criticism for this fun, frothy pursuit-job. I even liked, really appreciated the reverence given to the document AND the words held within.
I was impressed and ol' Walt would be proud (except that he's dead, and according to legend, his head is stuffed in a box-shaped version of one of the document holders in the movie).