OMFG! Go now. No, seriously. Quit your job. Take a ten martini lunch. Bash and batter your way through the lines, kill the people in front of you, crash your car on the freeway and run the rest of the way to the cineplex. Go-and-see-this-movie.
It’s that good.
If you don’t know the backstory, it’s useless. If you do, it’s the greatest movie ever. It surpasses Curse of the Black Pearl. It’s so good, in fact, that I hope to Christ they never make another. Anything that comes after would dilute the pure yummy wonderfulness.
Go now. Do it. Bring rum. Then come home and prepare to watch all six Star Wars films and celebrate that auspicious day. Then go see Pirates again.
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