National Treasure: Book of Secrets
Kitsch-y for its genre (which I'll categorize broadly as the Indiana Jones genre), pulling out trope after predictable trope; BUT, that's a fault only the sense that a Hershey bar is a fault in comparison to fine cuisine -- sometimes you just want a Hershey bar.
The writers had more ideas than time, and so rattled off scenes rapid-fire in a way that's almost laughable in hindsight. You're left with many individual trees and no forest.
If you're well read and intelligent, you might find the pseudo-academic posturing of the film insulting. What is presented as cerebral is in fact 7th grade LARPing.
But that's par for this course, really. Far more embarrassing is the pathetically over-acted relational drama. It would gag a maggot.
For all my criticism, though, there's nothing wrong with satisfying a hankering for low brow, adventurous esoterica. For
that, it's a 3/5. But as a film, it's 1/5.