Nicolas Cage reprises his role as the balding, bargain-basement Indiana Jones in the sequel to his forgettable 2004 treasure-hunting movie. National Treasure: Book of Secrets reunites Cage with the director Jon Turteltaub and employs the same formula of conspiracy theories, gaping plot chasms and priceless artefacts dramatically shattered. I have a certain amount of affection for Cage even in the campy nonsense he seems to favour. But here he isn’t even trying. His face is a lugubrious oval, his expression that of a man who has just seen the price of hair transplants. There’s not a flicker of variation whether he’s breaking into Buckingham Palace or kidnapping the President.
PG, 124mins