Movie Review: Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End.
Kindly allow a contrarian viewpoint.
I realize the Pirates franchise has produced about as much as McDonald's. However, volume does not equate to quality. BigMac anyone?
Pirates of the Carribean: At World's End is victimized by its own success. Because of the megadollars pulled in by the two previous installments, perhaps no one could instruct the filmmakers to reign it in.
Clocking in at over 2 hours and 45 minutes, I could propose a couple of alternative titles: At Wit's End, or Will It Ever End?
This film desperately needed a strong editor. It was larded with unnecessary and incessant swordplay, for example. The battle scenes were so frequent and boring they could cure insomnia.
Pirates 3 oddly employed not-so-thinly-veiled psychedelic or hallucinogenic imagery, bringing to mind Johnny Depp's more edgy and artistic, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas (1998). Trying to be edgy doesn't mean its artistic or even genuinely edgy.
Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End receives a C minus.