My sore throat tells me that despite my vacationly love for Bali Hais, I'm really not a smoker. How weird is it that I've never been addicted to tobacco? Even when I was what could be labelled a "smoker" (read: my teenage misspent y00t), I was never hooked. I could go weeks without smoking and then smoke a pack a day for a month. 'Course, now, I don't even like regular cigarettes. Bali Hais, OTOH, are yummy, but when I'm back home doing the Back Home thing, I don't have cravings. On the rare occasion I've bought a pack impulsively, most of it's usually sat in a drawer and gotten stale and then thrown away. Go figure.
So anyway, I'm here in beautiful Eugene, Oregon, and moonlight69 and ashkitty are off at their respective Places O' Employment. moonlight69's very kind, very easygoing husband is sleeping upstairs, so I'm being very quiet so I won't wake him up. On account of him being nice and kind and easygoing and all. Laid-back people are very cool indeed. Aforementioned husband would get along well with croosa, as croosa is also good at teh laid back.
Yesterday I finally saw Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest (aka PotC v. 2.0). Couple things about that:
Firstly. *ahem* Orlando, darling, how you've grown! I've never really noticed, like noticednoticed Orli. Until now. It's pretty much impossible NOT to notice him in this, unless the cinema is on fire or something. And even then, um. *stares*
Secondly. It's disconcerting when my established norms are shattered to tiny pieces. Like me pretty much dismissing Keira Knightley as Just Another Starlet. I've actually used "The Starlet" as a label for her (I've used the identical label for Orli, coincidentally). She's great in this film, and her character is someone I actually LIKE. Kickass!Elizabeth. Yay Disney for not using the whole Damsel in Distress stuff they like so much. This one's no damsel, she's a hero, just like her guys. She's confident and intelligent and can defend herself just fine, do ya. And Jesus on a Harley, she's just as impossible not to notice, especially when she spends most of the film dressed as a guy. Guh. Not to mention she's dirty and dishevelled a lot. Did I mention Guh? Oh, I guess I did.
Thirdly. Johnny Depp is a fecking genius. He may not have invented Jack Sparrow, but he's made him, completely. Another large Yay to Disney for giving Jack more dimension and depth of character. Also, I have never seen anyone sashay and run at the same time and still throw off testosterone in palpable waves (I wish I had a clip of this, because stills don't do it justice). Anyone else would look over-the-top campy, but Jack Sparrow? Looks edible. His growing complexity and vulnerability and easy, liquid sexuality are magnetic. And Johnny Depp being a fecking genius AND a walking tribute to Eros doesn't hurt, either. Jack's just completely gorgeous, on so many levels, not all of them physical. The eyeliner occupies a level all its own.
Fourthly. Speaking of testosterone, um. Jack Davenport, wtf? When did this pleasant-looking but annoying guy in a Thomas Jefferson wig morph into this beautiful thing? See Guh above. Apparently I have a thing for dirty and dishevelled. Also see above.
Also? mr_t00by is right. Davy Jones looks suspiciously like Cthulhu. I am amused and very happy that my child can recognise an Elder God when he sees one. I've taught him well, so I have *ruffles his hair*.
Okay, last but so, so not least. This film is rated PG-13, so ostensibly it's for kids, right? Well. Even if you don't count all the one-liners that will go over the heads of anyone under twelve, there's screaming subtext in this movie that is so close to text that the kids who aren't saying wtf? will be asking their parents a LOT of questions. I mean, okay. Will and Elizabeth are in love, that's obvious, and not at all subtext-y. Also not at all subtext-y is Elizabeth's abject lust for Jack. And vice versa, but we expect that. It could be argued that of Elizabeth's attraction for Jack is just her adrenaline-junkie side coming out and Jack's representative of that, or even, of course she's hooked, who doesn't love Johnny Depp in eyeliner? But it's not just that. She's going on and on about how Jack's a good man, and that's why she knows he'll do the right thing someday, and she's staring at him with this LOOK, and he's giving it right back to her. Oh, yes, Elizabeth's a top, and so is Jack. Here we have two bottomless tops. What to do about such a dilemma?
Enter Will Turner (Shut up. No pun intended, geez). You know those stares I mentioned that Jack and Elizabeth are giving each other? Well. They're really close to the stares Jack and Will are giving each other. Except not exactly, because Will's are all soft and muzzy and ohyesyoursalwayssohno and OMGIwon'tleavewithoutJack. Will's a giver and Jack's a taker. Metaphorically and actually. So. Add that to the Looks that Will and Elizabeth have always given each other, and it's simple addition. Will could easily belong as much to Jack as he does to Elizabeth. He's theirs to claim, but it's all good, because Will's strong and he can take it. Not to mention that they make such a pretty triad.
So, anyway, PotC, Part the Sequel isn't just a cut-and-dried swashbuckling high-seas adventure and romance. It's all of those, yes, except movie romances pretty much always have two people doing the love stuff. This one has three, count 'em and IMO, there's not much surface to dive under to get to the subtext. And I can't imagine it isn't deliberately done.
Kids under twelve might not get it, but I'm not even sure of that. They might not register the sexual part, but the romance is pretty obvious. Not that I'm complaining, because the whole idea of it, with these characters in this situation, works. Which basically means, yes, it's all about the OT3,here people, and it's a beautiful thing.
The FX and rip-roaring chases Disney's throwing at us in this film are just window dressing. This is character-driven greatness under all the plot-driven extra. Except the three-way Norrington-Jack-Will sword fight. Because that was just cool. Disney, I'm impressed, and I'm not usually a fan of teh Mouse.
So, yeah, I loved PotC v.2.0, even more than the first one, and that's something I don't expect in a sequel. Most sequels don't go the route of The Empire Strikes Back. We'll find out if this one does after the next film. Which? Probably won't end with Will/Jack/Elizabeth getting married, because given the time period and setting and general Disneyness, that's just silly,
Okay, now I have to go do laundry. moonlight69's aforementioned dh woke up and showed me where the laundry is, so now I need to schlep my dirty clothes over there. Even on holiday I do laundry, geez. In return, I pimped the Headstones at him. No, really, this is a good thing.
Woah. This post was way long. It's now 1:00 P.M and my body thinks it's 3:00 and woah. After laundry it can actually BE time for a nice cold Mike's. Dunno about the cloves. Ow, my throat hurts. And I think I'm croaking a little. Most likely, I will ignore both of these things and go for it.
But yay for me. Vacation laziness and it's cooler today I've decided on my tattoo location (left wrist, yessir) and I might finally get to see Men With Brooms later on. Housework as Sport (now improved! with added Paul Gross!). What a concept.
P.S. *reads user info, scratches head* moonlight69, why are you a yacht?