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Jul. 9th, 2006 07:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
trinityvixenFor all the flailing I made about it yesterday, I find that--probably because I was nearly rolling around drunk--I didn't really care that Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest made no sense whatsoever.
New random British evil dude wants Jack Sparrow's compass...so naturally he waits until the day Elizabeth and Will are getting married to go bother them about it. And, apparently, he has the ability to lock up the governor. Riiiiiight. Seems to me that kind of thing could get a man, I dunno, thrown out of his position, were word to get around. A governor in those times was hardly elected, was he? Means Swann had to be either rich or titled, and possibly both, but he definitely had a commission from the royal personages to be in that position, neh? Maybe I've got it wrong, but that's what it seems like to me.
Jack selling his soul to own the Pearl made sense. It actually did. That Jack would sell it for a paltry--and strangely chosen number--13 years? Less so. Where's the Jack who got the Pearl back in the first movie through a combined set of deceptions? His plan in this was instead, "Get the heart." That's about it. Then he got screwed over by Elizabeth? Damn.
Elizabeth gets a pass on that kiss, too, I bet. Will looked appropriately constipated to see her kiss Jack, but then he's all "Yay! Let's go to Hell and back to Jack free from the Kraken!" (and if there were any more words rhyming with 'Jack' in that sentence...). What a guy! Elizabeth will have such a fun time in her marriage, really. Husband gets sulky, but she can play around. What else could a girl ask for?
Uh, hello pirates from first movie. You aren't funny any more, and there's no reason for you to be back. Go away again, please.
Hello, Norrington. Jack Davenport, always a pleasure. Did they even pay you for how little you're in this movie? I guess that swordfight took some work. Oh, don't get me wrong, that was giddy fun, a three-way swordfight on a giant wheel, but besides the general insanity of three people all out for themselves in a swordfight melee, meh, I still like the ones in the first Pirates better ("You cheated." "Pirate?" and "So, what's it to be, Jack Sparrow? Are we immortals to be locked in a neverending struggle until Judgment Day and trumpets sound?" "Or you could surrender?"). You're right,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ivy03, a million fangirls just got an excuse to make up a wibble-worth backstory for Norrington's fall from grace. I just wish the studio had thought theirs through more clearly (I mean, your explanation was more detailed than theirs).
I think having two Texas-sized margaritas is not entirely within the realm of my safe drinking. I had to buy an outrageously priced bottle of water at the theater, and the guys looked at me strangely when I couldn't tell them what size I wanted at first. Uh, well, sorry, I'm used to their only being one size of bottled water. I don't want to know what the larger one costed. I also don't especially remember rucking up to the theater from the restaurant (or how much I contributed for dinner--do I owe anyone?), though I remember getting in line to get my tickets and them falling to the floor and the fucking hike up the damn alps because the escalators on ALL the floors were broken and we were on the top floor. I don't remember much of the previews except, uh, I think, Snakes on a Plane. I remember vaguely the pre-movie entertainment being different from the one that was advertising Meerkat Manor but being too annoyed by the guy onscreen to care whatever else he was hawking. I basically sat through the first half hour in a buzz, brayed a little too loudly at stuff I don't think was that funny, such that I started hacking up my lungs later. Fun.
Friends who were with me: If I was being an obnoxious drunk, my apologies. I won't being having two mega-ritas like that again. If I was just more obnoxious seeming than I usually am? Then I wasn't that drunk, no sir. Hey, were the previews any good, or was Snakes on a Plane enough? Happy belated birthdayivy03, too, by the by. Just in case I didn't say it enough last night.
Also, true to form, I don't feel especially queasy this morning, but my hangover consists of the same "Let's let me get no sleep!" routine as ever. That's why I'm writing a novel of an LJ post at seven AM on a Sunday morning. Maybe I'll go play Animal Crossing. But I'll mute it because other people are sleeping. I'm considerate that way.
New random British evil dude wants Jack Sparrow's compass...so naturally he waits until the day Elizabeth and Will are getting married to go bother them about it. And, apparently, he has the ability to lock up the governor. Riiiiiight. Seems to me that kind of thing could get a man, I dunno, thrown out of his position, were word to get around. A governor in those times was hardly elected, was he? Means Swann had to be either rich or titled, and possibly both, but he definitely had a commission from the royal personages to be in that position, neh? Maybe I've got it wrong, but that's what it seems like to me.
Jack selling his soul to own the Pearl made sense. It actually did. That Jack would sell it for a paltry--and strangely chosen number--13 years? Less so. Where's the Jack who got the Pearl back in the first movie through a combined set of deceptions? His plan in this was instead, "Get the heart." That's about it. Then he got screwed over by Elizabeth? Damn.
Elizabeth gets a pass on that kiss, too, I bet. Will looked appropriately constipated to see her kiss Jack, but then he's all "Yay! Let's go to Hell and back to Jack free from the Kraken!" (and if there were any more words rhyming with 'Jack' in that sentence...). What a guy! Elizabeth will have such a fun time in her marriage, really. Husband gets sulky, but she can play around. What else could a girl ask for?
Uh, hello pirates from first movie. You aren't funny any more, and there's no reason for you to be back. Go away again, please.
Hello, Norrington. Jack Davenport, always a pleasure. Did they even pay you for how little you're in this movie? I guess that swordfight took some work. Oh, don't get me wrong, that was giddy fun, a three-way swordfight on a giant wheel, but besides the general insanity of three people all out for themselves in a swordfight melee, meh, I still like the ones in the first Pirates better ("You cheated." "Pirate?" and "So, what's it to be, Jack Sparrow? Are we immortals to be locked in a neverending struggle until Judgment Day and trumpets sound?" "Or you could surrender?"). You're right,
ivy03, a million fangirls just got an excuse to make up a wibble-worth backstory for Norrington's fall from grace. I just wish the studio had thought theirs through more clearly (I mean, your explanation was more detailed than theirs).I think having two Texas-sized margaritas is not entirely within the realm of my safe drinking. I had to buy an outrageously priced bottle of water at the theater, and the guys looked at me strangely when I couldn't tell them what size I wanted at first. Uh, well, sorry, I'm used to their only being one size of bottled water. I don't want to know what the larger one costed. I also don't especially remember rucking up to the theater from the restaurant (or how much I contributed for dinner--do I owe anyone?), though I remember getting in line to get my tickets and them falling to the floor and the fucking hike up the damn alps because the escalators on ALL the floors were broken and we were on the top floor. I don't remember much of the previews except, uh, I think, Snakes on a Plane. I remember vaguely the pre-movie entertainment being different from the one that was advertising Meerkat Manor but being too annoyed by the guy onscreen to care whatever else he was hawking. I basically sat through the first half hour in a buzz, brayed a little too loudly at stuff I don't think was that funny, such that I started hacking up my lungs later. Fun.
Friends who were with me: If I was being an obnoxious drunk, my apologies. I won't being having two mega-ritas like that again. If I was just more obnoxious seeming than I usually am? Then I wasn't that drunk, no sir. Hey, were the previews any good, or was Snakes on a Plane enough? Happy belated birthday
ivy03, too, by the by. Just in case I didn't say it enough last night.Also, true to form, I don't feel especially queasy this morning, but my hangover consists of the same "Let's let me get no sleep!" routine as ever. That's why I'm writing a novel of an LJ post at seven AM on a Sunday morning. Maybe I'll go play Animal Crossing. But I'll mute it because other people are sleeping. I'm considerate that way.
