At The Picture Show
'Dead Man' walking
The 'Pirates of the Caribbean' sequel offers more of the same--and I mean that as a
Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest
Walt Disney Pictures
Director: Gore Verbinski
Screenplay: Ted Elliott and Terry Rossio
Starring: Johnny Depp, Keira Knightley, Orlando Bloom, Bill Nighy, Kevin McNally,
Jack Davenport, Tom Hollander, Stellan Skarsgard, Mackenzie Crook and Jonathan
Rated PG-13 / 2 hours, 30 minutes
Opens July 7, 2006
(out of four)
This kind of history cannot repeat itself -- it's impossible. The filmmakers
behind Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest know this. They know that what
happened with the first Pirates movie was kind of a once-in-a-lifetime deal -- a
laughable idea (a movie based on a theme park ride?) that not only turned out to be really
good, but which became one of the most rabidly popular pop-culture phenomena to come
around in a long time. Disney knows that it cannot replicate the impact that the first one
had -- A) the beginning of a new fad (swashbuckling, always a favorite pastime of
mine); and B) Johnny Depp's invention of the eccentric Capt. Jack Sparrow.
The element of surprise is gone. Nothing can
duplicate it. And yet, with the worldwide gross the original pulled down, sequels were
inevitable. So what did they do? The smart thing, that's what. They brought back the
same writing team and the same director. They brought back most of the cast and, in
developing a story that will span two films, replicated enough of what worked from The
Curse of the Black Pearl while still creating something that can stand on its own. The
result (thankfully, in a summer of disappointments) is another success. No, it's not as
good as the first one, for reasons I'll get to. But it's still a blast, and still exudes a kind of
freshness and joy that makes it stand outside much of the rest of the summer stock.
As we all know, fun as the first one was, its success relied squarely on the
shoulders of Depp, who created one of the most memorable characters we'd ever seen
and suddenly became an international movie star. He was brilliant as the lovably bad
Capt. Jack. Thankfully, for the sequel, the filmmakers resisted the temptation to focus too
much on Jack -- the studio easily could have forced the filmmakers' hands on this one,
to pander to audiences and such, but it didn't.
And thus, the dynamic remains the same: The
"good guys" -- Elizabeth Swann (Keira Knightley) and Will Turner (Orlando Bloom)
keep the plot moving, while Jack is here and there, skirting the edges of both good and
bad and, not surprisingly, stealing every scene. Again. (And he has a great entrance, too.
Yes, the novelty factor is gone this time, but it still works. A lot.
But, oh yeah -- the plot! Will and Elizabeth have been arrested for assisting in
Jack's escape, and their only path to a pardon -- thanks to the cunning evil genius of
Cutler Beckett (Tom Hollander) -- is to find Jack and acquire his mysterious compass,
which, at first glance, doesn't actually seem to work.
Then there is the matter of Davy Jones (the great Bill Nighy, of Love Actually and
Underworld) and his crew, all of whom are, um, dead (?), and have taken the form of sea
creatures of all kinds. In Davy's case, it's an octopus, which not only gives him foul
breath, but also the sweetest beard since Friedrich Engels.
While Davy is after Jack's job as captain of the Black Pearl, everyone else is after
the chest that contains Davy's heart. (Think of it as a sort of safety deposit box for
pirates.) I won't get into all the specifics -- that's just part of the fun. Much of the plot is
just the groundwork for a series of often-sensational action sequences, featuring, once
again, impressive special effects and some rather clever choreography.
There are three setpieces that impressed me in
particular. The first involves Jack's escape from being roasted as a shish-kabob (which
includes a very funny upside-down pole vault from one cliff to another). The second is a
three-man sword fight that takes place inside a giant water wheel. And the third occurs in
the third act and, well, I don't want to spoil the surprise -- but I will say it involves a
pirate ship and some very large tentacles.
The action, the special effects, the sets -- all of this adds up to a movie in which
there is always something on screen to sink your teeth into. However, the amount of
action is also the film's handicap. The action scenes are great and all, but a few of them
go on for WAY too long (way), and a few more probably could have been left out
altogether. The result is some pacing problems and a bit too much monotony.
Director Gore Verbinski (fresh off the wonderful and underrated The Weather
Man) clearly wants to please his audience -- and for the most part, he does. But if he
could have toned it down a little, and given his characters and storylines a little more
room to breathe, Dead Man's Chest may not seem so overstuffed.
Where Verbinski and his crew got it right, once again, is with the casting. Nighy,
while completely covered in makeup, costume and effects work, brings the perfect
personality to the role of Davy, and Stellan Skarsgard -- as Bootstrap Bill, Will's long-disintegrating father -- gives a nice supporting role.
I do have one other problem, one no one can do anything about, and which did
not come as a surprise -- and it is Orlando Bloom.
(WARNING! Soapbox alert! Soapbox alert!)
I think many things of Orlando Bloom, and here are two of them:
1. He is the luckiest person in Hollywood, perhaps the world.
2. He has the greatest agent, in any profession, in the history of this planet.
This Orlando Bloom situation is a curious one, but both of the above statements
must be true. With this franchise and the Lord of the Rings series, he is, technically
speaking, already one of the most financially successful "movie stars" of all-time. That is
the curious part. Because let's be realistic -- neither of the two franchises has succeeded
because of him.
No one would have remembered The Curse of the
Black Pearl were it not for Depp, and the Rings trilogy would have been exactly as good
without him. (The same cannot be said for Elijah Wood, Sean Astin, Viggo Mortensen,
John Rhys-Davies, Ian McKellen, Sean Bean or those two other little hobbit fellas.) He
has been riding coattails for six years -- what we're left with is a so-called "movie star"
who can't actually sell a film (as proven by his two lead roles, Kingdom of Heaven and
Elizabethtown, both of which bombed at the box-office). He's the movie equivalent of
Jeff Probst or Kevin Federline -- no discernable talent, but they're riding the waves of
massive pop-culture phenomena.
You know how Jud Buechler won three NBA championships with the Bulls?
Yeah, it's kinda like that.
Why is this? Because, frankly, Bloom brings nothing to the table -- except, of
course, for the fact that he's a cutesy-wootsy and still looks like he's 12. But he's just
plain boring. He has exactly one facial expression and exactly one tone of voice for every
possible emotion or situation. (I can do a great impression, too.)
It's true. His characters -- like Will Turner, for instance -- don't have any
discernible personality traits. He's the master at playing the flat, nondescript hero. Quick
-- name me one character trait that Will Turner has, not including "brave" or "heroic" or
"romantic" (which are stock-character traits, not individual ones). Anyone?
Still, I liked him just fine in The Lord of the Rings, but he's completely
uninteresting here. I mean, wouldn't we all rather see Elizabeth to shack up with Capt.
Anyway, I only say this because Bloom is sharing
the screen with a bunch of perfectly cast actors whose performances are rewarding and
whose characters they actually give life to. (Including Mackenzie Crook as the glass-eyed
Ragetti and Kevin McNally as Gibbs, Jack's first mate.) Perhaps that's just another
compliment to the movie itself -- it may step wrong from time to time, but when it gets it
right, it really gets it right.
Yes, Dead Man's Chest proves that there is still plenty to be done with this story
and these characters -- and hopefully that holds true next summer.
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