Pirates of the Carribean .:. Dead Man's Chest

Rented POTC/DMC last night. It was the third movie in one of those "rent two, get the third one free" deals at the local Rogers Video. I thought, how bad can it be?

Well ... it can be bad.

It just went on and on and on and on and on and on

and it never made any sense and it never got interesting

and the weird spooky supernatural bad guys might have been neat to see but you never really got a good look at them

and Johnny Depp played his character with this bizarre, mincing, prancing, swishing body language that made you wonder what was wrong with him

So my advice, if you have nothing else to do this evening, is (in order of preference):

1. watch paint dry
2. chew tinfoil
3. listen to a speech by a member of the NDP
4. listen to David Suzuki's latest rant about Global Whining, sorry, I meant Global Warning
   
5. watch POTC/DMC.