It's official; no one cares about The Da Vinci Code anymore, and about bloody time. And why is it that no one gives a shit about the most blasphemous, controversial and surprisingly dull movie of the year anymore? It is because everyone is too aroused by the sheer sexual, testosterone empowered beast that is Wolverine.
Christ On A Bike, he is hotttt. Is it really any wonder that people went to see X Men 3 in their millions last weekend, when the alternative was to look at Tom Hank's ugly mug and paedo mullet?
Even the Pope was too busy speculating what mutant power he would have if he were an X Man to care about Jesus shacking up and getting Jiggy with that Magdalene chick anymore (reports suggest that he definitely wants to be able to fly, but has yet to choose between invisibility or laser beams coming out of his fingers for his main power).
And so, we at Celebrity Religion, officially declare the Da Vinci Code controversy at an end. Finally. (At least we are not gonna be writing about it unless something strange, sexy or cool happens, which we seriously doubt, at least until Angels and Demons is produced...and it is still hard to imagine anything sexy happening then either.)
*UPDATE* Especially for reader IanLondon, I present to you the ever sexy Mystique, who has been busy distracting the male population from The Da Vinci Code.
(yes, I realise that this is not a picture of Mystique, but I reckon that this is slightly preferable to Rebecca Romjin covered in blue.)