Movie Review: Pirates of the Caribean: At World's End
Yes, it's officially the start of summer. I start off by mentioning that because, for the first time this many moons, I'm seated here and I don't have the stressors that have kept me from writing. No aggravations of papers to be graded; no whining from a voice in the back of my head saying I have to get this-and-that completed. The reason I point this out BEFORE I review this, the latest from Disney, is because it profoundly will bias my review. Let's just say I have a guilty pleasure and this is it. Pirates is a bad movie. Now, now, now, take a deep breath. Being a bad movie doesn't mean I didn't like it. Seriously. You've gone from yelling at me to laughing and pointing at your monitor, haven't you. Look at it from my perspective, if you will. No stressors. The sure sign that summer has arrived. I love me an art film more than most, but when it comes to summertime, I know it's arrived when the movies drop in quality, up the special effects quoitent...