Just released - its a Jerry Bruckheimer film with...Nicholas Cage in it! How extraordinary.

Alright, all you students of history; here's your chance to look sexy for 2.2 seconds. This time it isn't the Declaration of Independence, it's the Lincoln assassination. And the Gates family have to clear their ancestor's name because - gasp - his name is found along with a list of other known conspirators on a missing - now mysteriously found - page of John Wilkes Boothe's diary. Still with me?

Put on your suspension of disbelief hats. No, the big ones. This movie, while entertaining as a romp, has so many holes in it you could call is swiss cheese and not be far off. I won't do a plot synopsis for this one because frankly, my fingers would fall off, there are so many twists and turns. Suffice it to say, after traveling to a couple of different countries clue hunting, the Gates decide The President has a Secret Book, Benjamin needs to see it, convinces the President of it (for which every other President has even denied it's very existence), follows the clues in the book to Mount Rushmore where he finds the lost City of Gold that all those Spanish raiding parties were searching for in the early days of the continent's establishment in Europe's eyes. No, not Florida. The Black Hills!!! So easy to get those two confused.

Seriously, I did have fun with this movie and it held my attention and they brought back all the same characters from the previous movie (except Sean Bean, unfortunately) and added a few new fun ones like Helen Mirren as the former Matron Gates, imposing and scholarly in her own right, and repeatedly mentioning tequila.

The buzz on IMDB is that 'what's on Page 47' is a setup for National Treasure 3, and my advice is - START GETTING BETTER HAIR PIECES FOR NICK CAGE. I've noticed it in the last few movies I've seen and it's just getting worse;  what's next, a frakking afro? Take a page from Travolta's book - there's a way to do it gracefully, and so far, it just is not happening.

Look, this movie won't raise your IQ any, but it is a nice Saturday night, "Wow, that was fun!" movie. Date night, ice-cream in your jammies night, instead of homework night, but I'd choose something slick like Memento or The Prestige for smarts. This is Indiana Jones Lite; all whip but no Indy.