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hot rum toddies
Thursday, 31 May 2007 10:29 am... now the drink of choice for (a) my cold, currently also being enjoyed by stv and the Evil Landlord, (b) the wall-to-wall diet of pirates in the last few days, and (c) stv. We have flattened an entire bottle of Spiced Gold since Tuesday.
I think my response to Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End is perfectly summed up by my experience of a small near-incident upon leaving the theatre: distracted by the particularly nice Johnny Depp shot on the poster ...
... I nearly walked into one of those big, metal, bolt-studded pillars the Waterfront cinema carelessly leaves lying around all over the place. The films actually have a stellar cast, Orli's approximately 2-degree range notwithstanding, but really they're about Jack Sparrow, who has to be quite one of the most compelling and endearing collections of mannerisms and foibles ever to grace the Hollywood screen, particularly given the packaging in a pleasingly lean form with high cheekbones. Apparently fired to new heights by this inalienable fact, the film's scriptwriters clearly asked themselves, "What makes people watch these films?" and, receiving the simple answer "Johnny Depp", set out to give us more of him. Multiple copies. All over the screen, being endearingly mad. The mind truly boggles at the thought of the Jack/Jack slash, or even the Jack/Jack/Jack/Jack/Jack slash, that will certainly result.
( Spoilery musings follow, don't read if you haven't seen the movie yet. )
I don't think I follow the normal critical rules when watching movies - I seem to judge them on the level of storytelling, firmly within genre. World's End is by no means a great film in absolute terms, but as a genre piece in the fluffbuckling mode, it's pretty darned effective and bloody good fun to watch. Also, pretty men. Yes, I'm shallow.
I think my response to Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End is perfectly summed up by my experience of a small near-incident upon leaving the theatre: distracted by the particularly nice Johnny Depp shot on the poster ...
... I nearly walked into one of those big, metal, bolt-studded pillars the Waterfront cinema carelessly leaves lying around all over the place. The films actually have a stellar cast, Orli's approximately 2-degree range notwithstanding, but really they're about Jack Sparrow, who has to be quite one of the most compelling and endearing collections of mannerisms and foibles ever to grace the Hollywood screen, particularly given the packaging in a pleasingly lean form with high cheekbones. Apparently fired to new heights by this inalienable fact, the film's scriptwriters clearly asked themselves, "What makes people watch these films?" and, receiving the simple answer "Johnny Depp", set out to give us more of him. Multiple copies. All over the screen, being endearingly mad. The mind truly boggles at the thought of the Jack/Jack slash, or even the Jack/Jack/Jack/Jack/Jack slash, that will certainly result.
( Spoilery musings follow, don't read if you haven't seen the movie yet. )
I don't think I follow the normal critical rules when watching movies - I seem to judge them on the level of storytelling, firmly within genre. World's End is by no means a great film in absolute terms, but as a genre piece in the fluffbuckling mode, it's pretty darned effective and bloody good fun to watch. Also, pretty men. Yes, I'm shallow.
