That was unexpectedly trippy and mournful for a Disney film. Actually, make that for a live-action
Disney film, since the cartoons have a proud tradition of tweaking our minds (the pink elephants sequence in Dumbo
) and hearts (hello, Bambi’s mother), while the movies made with “real people” tend to feature sassy young’uns and sentient Volkswagen Beetles.
But back to our buccaneers: it’s like everyone involved said, “You know what? There is literally no way this movie isn’t going to make a shitload of money, so let’s just do what we want,” and mirabile dictu
, for the most part it worked out.
Some critics have complained that the plot is too complicated. Apparently they are unfamiliar with serial fiction and unused to remembering characters’ names and motivations from one chapter to the next. You do need to have seen the previous installment for this one to make sense, and there is one ironic moment involving a sword that only works if you can remember waaaaay back to the first film, but honestly — I had no trouble following the story, and I spent the movie swigging ginger beer and rum I’d smuggled into the theater.
Then there’s the Pretty Factor. As cleolinda said
, “Even haters can probably agree that this is the most gorgeous pirate acid trip you will ever take.” I didn’t much care for “Singapore” or Shipwreck Cove, but the Sea of Stars, the Cataract, the white wastes of the Locker…lovely.
In conclusion: Pirates!