I was going to do a post about the massive disparity between critical and audience response to Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest, and about how I really liked the movie, and appreciated the darker undertones required by any bridge episode in a trilogy, as well as the humorous bones thrown to the loyal fans, but all of this has pretty much been done to death, and I'm not feeling all that analytical when it's 103 degrees in the Armpit. There's a good article in the New York Times about why critics are such wankers, so you can go read their take on that issue if you're feeling so inclined.
Instead, I'm going to remark on a common complaint that I heard after viewing Dead Man's Chest, namely (spoiler alert) that Captain Barbossa was dead, so how the hell did he come back to life in this episode, and, to make a long, whiny, diatribe short, how that didn't make any sense at all and we expect a little continuity out of our summer blockbusters.
To which I say, gently and kindly...
You're okay with a band of half-man/half-sea creatures sailing around underneath the ocean on a cursed ship, a man's still-beating heart kept in a box on an island without any obvious impediment to his health, a mythological octopus, a thoroughly liberated woman cruising the Caribbean unmolested by the kindly pirates whom she has befriended, Johnny Depp's miraculous waterproof eyeliner, and an undead monkey, but the resurrection of a once-cursed, apple-loving pirate captain strains the very limits of your credulity?
And critics say the public is too forgiving of Hollywood.
