yo ho yo ho
a pirate’s life for me
We just got back from seeing the fine piratical vehicle, Pirates of the Caribbean at the big-ol screened Cinerama, and lemme tells ya, arrr!
The number of minor flaws are three, IMHO:
1. Those are not Aztec carvings on the stone treasure chest, but rather Inca.
2. No Brit Commodore wilted from pursuit of pirates, matey, no matter how pure the reason.
3. <whine> In one scene I was disappointed with the CGI. </whine>
PLEASE NOTE, in relation to the REST of the CGI, I was not only NOT disappointed, I was as amazed as I wanted to be. The fighting scenes with the live actors and skeletal pirates blending and merging as the light plays on them were hard to comprehend in the success of the effect, of the physics.
The first sword fight in the film employs the choreographed ringing of steel on steel as direct, fully-scored chimes within the orchestral soundtrack itself, boldy proclaiming the level of detail in craft the film sought. It was an invitation to nitpick, to join the dance.
The bigger problem I had with the film was: it’s TOO GOOD. I’m afraid they’ll change the ride, which I regard as Walt Dinsey’s greatest work of art. It’s a dark masterpiece depicting the fears of middle-class America circa 1968, with hippies pirates running riot in the streets and flames licking at the facades of Detroit Port Royal.
The film lacks the dread of the ride, but it’s easily the best pirate flick I’ve seen that I can recall, and disproves the theory that pirate flicks are cursed.
It does go a bit unwarrantedly loopy about the inherent beauty and freedom in being a pirate. Heavy-handed use of the word as a positive description sounded very much like an invitation to unlicensed DVD duplicators of the film proper and file-sharing rogues of the bounding packet-switched networking schema everywhere.
yo ho yo ho
a pirate’s life for me