Thrust into yet another high seas adventure, we find the ever scurrilous, but never scurvy-less buckler of swash, Jack Sparrow. Panting after the epicurean appetite that leads him in search of Ponce De Léon’s fountain of life, Jack’s is, unsurprisingly, not the only ‘X’ to mark the very same spot.
On Stranger Tides is a tolerable film in many senses, but a great film in only one: that it is big, or at least it had better be. Its stars, its effects, its 3D/IMAX projection: these things are all entirely worthy of your continuous partial attention. (Of course, you may want to redouble your efforts while Blackbeard is speaking, a strategy I suggest for any character portrayed by the inimitable Ian McShane.) One should be wary of any handiwork whose size is the only quality employed in service of its greatness, and this incarnation of Pirates is no exception. Savvy?
- Pirates of the Carribean: On Stranger Tides (Marshall 2011) @ AMC Loews Metreon 16