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 and drill stupidity into the script.

You are looking at a guy who knows fall has arrived when Starbuck's starts serving Pumpkin Spice Lattes, should you need more perspective.

So Memorial day rolls in and everyone's brain goes flying out the window like so many frisbees and kites that arrive around the same time.It's only fitting that our movies play to that sensibility.

Pirates is a bad movie. How do I know? I see the young writers, asked to make a screenplay based on a ride back in 2003 and it was a huge success. The producers decided to send their kids to college so they asked for a sequel to be penned. Those same writers sat in their think-tanks and jotted down idea after idea to put on the screen.And folks, that's a lot of ideas.A LOT of ideas.So the film comes out quite tangled, leaving the audience going, "waa? Who, with, okay, now, wait..."But the movie doesn't wait. Storyline topples over storyline and the movie becomes so mixed up that people watching have begun to watch their watches for the two plus hours to end.

Not me, however. I loved it. See? Maybe it's because I'm a Disney addict that, even tho I know the movie was bad, I didn't care. An addict. Yes, that's it. Like a person doing drugs---it makes them feel good, even at their own detriment. The film is pure fluff. Every dollar bill is smeared across the screen. And we have ACTORS, not matinee idols carrying the movie farther then expected. What's not to like, other than the film is conveluated and disjointed. Action sequences are sacrificed for more chatting and the chatting is more complicated then working a Rubic's cube blindfolded.

But I didn't care.Let's look at the evidence. Jack Sparrow is still in limbo and needs to be freed, Davy Jones is still acting like a woman scorned, Elizabeth is still pinning over her love for Jack and being unable to communiate to her fiancee, Will saw her kiss Jack and was wondering if their relationship was truly over, Barbossa wants the Black Pearl back and, and, and, and, and...Yes, folks all of these storylines do tie up in the end but at the cost of a headache.But again, I didn't care. I had my raspberry iced tea and knew, somewhere down the line, the stories would all be resolved. And I would enjoy it---after all, the stress of the world has been removed.