“Did you ever get the feeling you’d been cheated?”
Part of the beauty of the first Pirates was that it was – believable isn’t the right word – but at least the actions of the principals were physically possible. There was some far out Crouching Tiger stuff in the blacksmith’s shop but mostly it was run of the mill, Errol Flynn swordplay. Believeable.
Dead Man’s Chest threw all the rules out the window. Plausibility? Who needs it? Consistency? For the birds. Exposition? Hwa??
What comes out of all of this is a mish-mash hodge-podge of a flick without the rollicking jollity of the first or even the bizarre kitsch value of the Pirates property. And it has a second part. Did everyone but me know this was a goddamned cliffhanger?
If numero tres is half so bad, adventure movies may be set back to Cutthroat Island days. And that’d be a damned shame.