Dead Man's Chest

Certainly been a while since I've been to the movies. What with my recent indisposition - and with Charming Calvin falling soon after with his own bug, it has been a week since either of us has hit the cinemas. And for me - a guy who's been a overzealous regular at the movies since getting his first allowance in primary, that's pretty much a Guinness record :)

No worries though. Won't be asking Jewel Jane or Banker Brenda out yet. Although I have the numbers for two enterprising ladies in my drawer, I haven't suddenly decided to bat for the other team yet.

Made plans to watch just yesterday but poor Calvin had to ask for a raincheck since he'd been held up at work - and there's no one else quite as understanding about the inescapable shackles of the job as me. Since I already had tickets in hand and found myself with hours to spare, I called up the only guy I knew who could be counted on to be practically jobless during lunch. Just as I'd predicted, the man was lazing around in his office, flipping through loads of e-mails and worthless spam. Don't even ask me what my ISO does for a living since most times, I don't actually know myself. Something about graphic design? Accounting? Drawing up accounts?

Gotta say something though, expensive Middle Eastern restaurants taste so much better when I'm not the one paying :)

Swashbuckling pirate movies are always fun for me. Handsome pirates, nefarious villains and hidden treasures... so what's there not to like? Unfortunately in a bid to rival the indisputably successful Star Wars franchise, the Pirates of the Caribbean : Dead Man's Chest has been left to totter helplessly at the end of the gangplank as the protagonists are left in a literal cliffhanger. Just a shockingly sudden fade to black at the end that left us both utterly flabbergasted.

My ISO : Fuck. What kinda ending is this? I want my bloody doubloons back!
Paul : You can say that again! And how could they turn my hero Commodore Norrington into some drunken, washed-up pirate wallowing in pigshit?!
My ISO : Why do you always go for the starched-up supercilious bastards?
Paul : Look who's talking.

He didn't share the popcorn after that :P

Still the action sequences were cool, the villains were appropriately slimy and disgusting ( always excellent for the squeamish kids ), Orlando Bloom looked wonderfully brawny ( especially stripped to the waist for a delicious S&M scene ) and unsurprisingly, it turned out that my favourite character had blackened teeth and pseudo-dreadlocks, spoke in nigh unintelligible Jamaican patois and divined the future with crab claws.

Oddly enough, the fans have been clamouring for the pirates to go gay - which is surprising since I never saw Captain Jack Sparrow exchanging bodily fluids with the upright Will Turner.