From my review of the Best Picture Oscar contender Conclave in Taki’s Magazine:
Robert Harris’ heroes are clearly on the side of Vatican II. When Ralph Fiennes’s English cardinal accuses him of ambition, Stanley Tucci’s American cardinal notes that every cardinal has already picked out the name he would be known as when pope. Fiennes’ papal name, for instance, would be John XXIV.
A reader once suggested to me that the prime mover of the vast cultural revolution of the later 1960s, which in America is often attributed to the Pill, the electric guitar, the baby boom, the Vietnam War, or the assassination of JFK, was instead Pope John XXIII’s unforced decision, at the peak of the Roman Catholic Church’s prosperity and strength, to convene a council of reform:
Ever since 1789, the West, broadly, had sought a happy medium between the poles of Revolution and Reaction, and the Catholic Church represented the latter pole. In Vatican II, the Church seemed suddenly to leave the field, or indeed, seemed to throw itself on to the other pole.
But, as usual in Harris’ tales, even the bad guys get smart things to say: The right-wing Italian villain drops by the left-wing Anglo-American heroes’ lunch table to point out to the leftist English-speaking cardinals that because not even cardinals can comfortably carry on a conversation in Latin anymore, all the tables are divided up by language, unlike in the good old days before Vatican II (rather resembling Charlton Heston’s famous anecdote about how lunch on the set of Planet of the Apes was segregated by species).
Read the whole thing there.