Love Stories Under the Trinity Moon | Where the Four Winds Meet | Tickle Feather | Quasimother | Sky at Dawn | Sky at Dusk

Pirates of the Caribbean - Dead Man's Chest

An Independent Movie Review by Sky Taylor

A devoted fan of the first Pirate's movie, Curse of the Black Pearl, perhaps I had extremely high aspirations for Dead Man's Chest as I entered the quaint little theater with the uncomfortable chairs from hell.

As the scent of hot buttered popcorn filled the theater, I craved seeing Jack Sparrow's humor and wit, his quaint and dainty walk as he sashayed across the screen, and a foxy plot that had been evident in the last Pirate's flick.  Unfortunately, this film needed much more DEPP.

It's not that the film didn't try; perhaps it tried too hard.  Oh it began so beautifully with delicate rain splashing on the fragile abandoned china cups, the remnants of Will Turner's and Elizabeth Swan's unrequited wedding day.  From there the story became a twisted muddle of birds plucking eyes from prisoner's heads, men getting their throats slashed with rusty looking knives, an octopus-like creature turned King Kong of the Seas - and Will's beautiful backside becoming flayed by a snake-like whip by his father-himself who then claimed he had done his son a favor.  Huh?  Particularly with Davy Jones wincing with each inflicted whip-lash.

Dead Man's Chest also lacked the humor that made Black Pearl so special and enduring.  Jack Sparrow was as magnificent as ever, but he seemed more like a secondary character than the star.  Will Turner appeared to have far more screen time, and frankly I was getting tired of seeing a crew of monster-pirates that looked more like boils than scary pirates.  I just wanted to squeeze them off the screen.

The Black Pearl awed the audience as skeletons came to life upon the pirate's ship.  In Dead Man's Chest, it was as if the supernatural ruled.  Surely the special effects crew must be related to the producer, because the special effects overpowered the script.

Perhaps it was the uncomfortable movie theater.  Perhaps my expectations had been far too high for the sequel.  I wanted to love the movie; after all Jack Sparrow - the worm that he is, was my pirate hero.

And Elizabeth....beautiful Elizabeth, the image of the perfect heroine who unfortunately betrayed the beloved Jack Sparrow.  That hurt and I don't suppose that I'll ever feel quite the same about the untrustworthy Elizabeth, who now is certainly unworthy of the honorable Will Turner.  I'd like to see how they plan to fix this.

So would I go again to see Dead Man's Chest?  Certainly - but only to catch those minimal moments of Jack Sparrow's handsomely-devilish form flashing across the screen, as well as to know what leads up to the next Pirate's movie - for surely there will be a sequel to tie up all the dead-ends.

In short, Dead Man's Chest slowly massages the audience and brings them to the edge of a sequel leaving more questions than answers, and a hunger for more Depp.

Return to Trinity Moon

COPYRIGHT NOTICE:   If you would like to share this free love story, please provide a short description with the link leading to the Trinity Moon romantic love story.  All content housed at this website may not be reproduced and is protected under International Copyright Laws. All material was created strictly in the mind of the authors and bear no similarities to anyone known to them.  Content intended for entertainment purposes only.

Arizona Angels - (95 pages) Throwing the door open she encountered Bowie's towering form, his large arm extended, Lee dangling in mid air like a large spider. Lynx gasped, her hands going out to rescue the squawking child.

"This demonic little hooligan was window peeping into the honeymoon cottages! God only knows what she saw, but she seemed quite satisfied," he went on, his eyes scorching over Lynx's shocked face.  click to read

Saddle Tramp - (47 pages)  Her smile instantly died as she spied the pair of red panties blowing in the summer breeze from the clothesline next to the house.

Worse yet, Vic had the audacity to join them and when she turned, his eyes were fixed upon her panties.

To hide her embarrassment, she tensed her lips and told him in a tight tone, "Cameo's."

Vic stifled a laugh, knowing full-well who the owner of those hot, red panties were.  Cameo couldn't fit into them if her life depended upon it.  Even so, he made a note to do his own laundry during his stay.  Wouldn't be good for the cowboys to see his undergear flying in the breeze.  click to read