Pirates of the Caribbean: At World’s End

Thar she bloats!

I went into the DVD shop opposite the gates of the university last night to find that their stock is has recovered a little more, although it remains somewhat malnourished. They were playing the latest instalment of Pirates of the Caribbean which, as I could see, was of fairly reasonable quality for an early copy.

The film starts with a mass execution, followed by Barbossa and Elizabeth trying to rescue Will from a Chinese pirate who has some magic map or other that’ll allow them to find where Jack is in Davy Jones’ Locker so that the pirate council can be convened to release the goddess Calypso or go to war against the Company. In the interrim, they make Elizabeth the Pirate King. She tries rhetoric, but the naturally thin, yet properly nourished Keira Knightley is just too young to do rousing rhetoric. Gravitas, girl. Gravitas.

Apart from all that, there’s Davy Jones and the Company to deal with. To cut a long, rambling story short, Davy Jones gets his; Will becomes the new captain of the Ship of the Damned having married Elizabeth not long before; and the Company gets a good drubbing. Among the casualties are Elizabeth’s father and Admiral Norrington, who does the right thing and then gets killed by the fish people.

The film ends with a lot of loose ends. Jack, having pinched the useful part of the map that belonged to the Chinese pirate, is off to find the Fountain of Youth pursued by Barbossa. Will somehow needs to be rescued from his fate which is to ferry the souls of the dead to the other side. Calypso is still out there. Nonetheless, the story has been brought to a conclusion of sorts. Although there might be a fourth film in the series, there’ no overwhelming necessity for one.

It’s long. There’s more than a little flab which could be trimmed. This is an airport novel of movies, but attempts to do more than a film can reasonably accomplish. Is this now going to be a trend with films? Having increased in average length over the past fifteen years, are films now going to get longer still and be not so much one film as several in one?

Although it’s Barbossa, it’s persistently pronounced as if it’s Barbosa. Most anoying [sic!].

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