Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End

The girls and I went to see PoTC: AWE tonight.

The short version: I actually liked Dead Man's Chest better.

There are many reasons for this not least of which is the strong impression left by the end of the movie that ( spoilers and ranting )

Fuck that.

Why Is the Rum Always Gone?

Actually, my rum levels are fine. It's the diet cola that's run out.

I wonder how rum and soda water tastes? Or is this God's way of telling me to put down the rum and go to bed and stop getting pointlessly pissed of at silly movies that are no better than they ought to be.

On the other hand, I have more rum. RUM! Rum.

Mmmmmm. Rum.

eta: my favourite lines from this week:

"oh, look, Armageddon."

"On the scale of one to idiot."

"Feminist Anger, a la flambe."

The Rum Is Not Gone

I'm watching Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl because, well, it seemed the thing, what with the rum and all.

Some interesting info here about the plot of Wagner's The Flying Dutchman, which indicates that virture could be its own reward in the POTC universe after all.

No doubt all involved (behind the scenes, anyway) intended to resolve such questions with the fourth movie.

I must say, I rather respect the complete lack of attention paid to historical detail in the POTC 'verse - the films are fully aware that they are fantasy and proceed with gleeful disregard for the constraints, concerns or details of history*. An approach I find much preferable to the simple carelessness of excrescence like The Tudors (which ever causes to rise in me a desire to rend the writers, producers and directors with my teeth).

That said, should you ever embark on a double-bill of Master and Commander and Pirates of the Caribbean, be sure to watch Pirates of the Caribbean first - the ship scenes do suffer in comparison to those shot on the actual ocean using an actual sailing ship.

*Bonus points are awarded to the props department for using the correct pre-1801 version of the Union Jack.