I thought I would continue my series of movie reviews, since grandson Patrick Keegan and I saw Pirates of the Caribbean last night.
Not quite as great as the first one – and a real set-up for the third – which I understand will begin filming shortly – but a rollicking good time, nonetheless!
Lots of fabulous images from ancient realms are included: the kraken, feared leviathan, from the Bible and other cultures, resurrected here until the battle between its horrific self and Cap’n Jack; a powerful voodoo priestess with her minions and technologies from times past; the Flying Dutchman with Davy Jones and his crew – all done so well, archetypal images throughout – the huge organ and stained glass windows in Davy’s quarters, for instance. The stuff that many dreams – maybe nightmares – are made of.
Wild and wonderful scenes of the heroine standing up to all kinds of bad guys, several of whom are very, very bad. Her brave father, even after his wig was gone. A bar fight in Tortuga – great fun. And in many ways the story of the first time a corporation set public policy – when the English crown supported whatever the East India Company wanted to do.
Cap’n Jack himself swashbuckled and schemed his way through the entire movie and faced redemption against the kraken at the very end. And we don’t know yet whether he achieved it. Altogether a very satisfying film. Give yourself a summer treat and go see it!