Last night I watched Pirates of the Caribbean 3: At World’s End. I like pirates a lot. (More than ninjas, and I like ninjas a lot.) The first movie of this trilogy was excellent, and probably made it into my Top Five Movies Ever at some point. (I haven’t made a Top Five list for movies in awhile, but it changes over time.) The second movie was decent, but in true sequel fashion not as entertaining as the first. The third, which is the movie that I’m writing about, makes me wish I’d stopped watching the series.
Don’t get me wrong, though. There were crazy stunts, awesome acting, excellent special effects, and a shit-ton of pirates. But I just hated the story. I might be a little too critical, but I just couldn’t get into it. I already loved the characters, because of the first movie, so I should’ve cared what happened to them. But I didn’t. Even at the very end of the movie, when
Will Turner died something bad happens to my favorite character, I was just sort of like, “Hmm. That kinda sucks for him.”
I think I just expected too much, which is my problem with most trilogies. (The Matrix immediately comes to mind.) Each movie has the pressure to out-awesome the one before, and most of the time it fails horribly. Even the original Star Wars trilogy, which has always been in my Top Five, dropped the ball on Return of the Jedi. When it came out, sure, I loved it. Because I was nine years old, and I wanted pet Ewoks and because the toys from that movie were cooler than the older toys. But looking back on it, I can’t like it as much.
I’m giving Pirates 3 a three-star review. While the plot was lacking, the acting, effects, and sheer number of pirates was still above the bar.