wildcat

Last night, Michael and I ended up watching the second Pirates of the Carribean flick, Dead Man's Chest. It pretty much said the same things to me that the first one did. Jack Sparrow (Captain Jack Sparrow) is a conniving ne'er-do-well. Elizabeth Swan is a two-fisted woman who's supposed to be a lady, only she isn't very good at that because she's too busy trying to save the man she loves and she has a habit for breaking out of prisons. Will Turner is a pretty boy who ultimately serves as Sparrow's foil because he's so damned honest and hard-working. I like the characters. I liked the witch that Sparrow has had past dealings with, I liked the Abbot & Costello formerly undead bad pirates, I liked the Davy Jones mythology. But the movie? Too long, badly paced, and you can tell that they were doing the third movie at the same time, probably, because of how it ends. I find it so strange that I really like the characters but can't stand the story's structure...