Nothin' phallic here. Nothing at all. *whistles innocently*
After missing opening weekend and other weeks due to the larp, I finally got to see Pirates of the Caribbean 2:
It's alright. Not jaw-dropping orgasmic frenzy of movie love, but pretty damn good. I think that the reason why the first movie enchanted people was because we never saw anything like that -- we didn't know about Johnny Depp mincing around with a run that looks like a little girl. And that was part of the magic. Actually, it was the magic, the more I think about it.
Now it's like we're expecting that same spark again, after seeing the trick. The magic's gone out of it. Captain Jack Sparrow's entrance, while cool, lacked the same magic of the first movie. So to make up for the fact that we all know the joke, they've amped up the volume -- there's more special effects, more double crossing and more pirates. In short -- the movie was Bruckenheimered.
I can't complain too much about it. I mean, it's not X3 for pete's sake. It's just that the fighting was a bit long, the double-triple-quadruple crossing was a bit much and now it appears that the second movie is setting up for some stupid love-triangle-angsty thing that makes me go *bleaugh*.
But there were good points -- the hamster ball of cannibal death and the hamster wheel of swordfighting fun are two that come to mind. I did enjoy the voodoo queen and the undead monkey. Forget diamonds. Nothing says forever like an undead monkey.