Bringing the end (hopefully) to the trilogy, Pirates Of The Caribbean: At World's End doesn’t do too bad a job, even if it does lack the flair of the original.
Gore Verbinski brings a darker tone than the first two films, as well as redeeming himself slightly for the woefully average Dead Man’s Chest. The laughs come faster, the action is more riveting and succinct, and the emotions are more genuine.
Rejoining the story after Jack Sparrow’s (Johnny Depp) death in the mouth of a huge, tentacled, toothy vagina (otherwise known as the Kraken), its up to our pirates to rescue him from Davy Jones’ Locker, while also coming to blows with the good old Brits, various international pirates (Chow Yun Fat and Keith Richards among them), and Davy Jones himself (Bill Nighy).
It's a bit of a shambles. The first hour drags on, even if it does have twenty times the Jack Sparrow (literally) and Keira Knightly’s bare legs, but once it hits its stride there are one too many characters and storylines. Davy Jones (aka, the best thing about Pirates 2) is still fun, as are the ragtag gang of minor players, but we’ve really seen it all before.
As with the first film the best part about At Worlds' End are the two captains: Barbossa (Geoffrey Rush) and Sparrow. They bounce off each other like old hands, their overacting perfect rather than jarring, and account for most of the laugh-out-loud moments. Orlando Bloom, as well, finally gets to do something that doesn’t require him to look earnestly pretty, and proves that he does have acting chops beyond holding a sword.
In the end it’s not a bad film, keeping more to the upbeat frivolity of Black Pearl than the drudgery of Dead Man’s Chest, and providing some blackly emotional scenes into the bargain. Though it does have some slow points, the exciting ones more than make up for it. It’s just not enough to convince of the fact that they shouldn't have stopped with one film.
Rejoining the story after Jack Sparrow’s (Johnny Depp) death in the mouth of a huge, tentacled, toothy vagina (otherwise known as the Kraken), its up to our pirates to rescue him from Davy Jones’ Locker, while also coming to blows with the good old Brits, various international pirates (Chow Yun Fat and Keith Richards among them), and Davy Jones himself (Bill Nighy).
It's a bit of a shambles. The first hour drags on, even if it does have twenty times the Jack Sparrow (literally) and Keira Knightly’s bare legs, but once it hits its stride there are one too many characters and storylines. Davy Jones (aka, the best thing about Pirates 2) is still fun, as are the ragtag gang of minor players, but we’ve really seen it all before.
As with the first film the best part about At Worlds' End are the two captains: Barbossa (Geoffrey Rush) and Sparrow. They bounce off each other like old hands, their overacting perfect rather than jarring, and account for most of the laugh-out-loud moments. Orlando Bloom, as well, finally gets to do something that doesn’t require him to look earnestly pretty, and proves that he does have acting chops beyond holding a sword.
In the end it’s not a bad film, keeping more to the upbeat frivolity of Black Pearl than the drudgery of Dead Man’s Chest, and providing some blackly emotional scenes into the bargain. Though it does have some slow points, the exciting ones more than make up for it. It’s just not enough to convince of the fact that they shouldn't have stopped with one film.
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