Sunday, May 27, 2007

Johnny Depp in Hell

I can say unequivocally what the best ten minutes on film is this year. Nothing will top Johnny Depp’s introduction to the Pirates of the Caribean, End of the World. It was beautifully done. At the end of the third movie Depp’s Captain Jack Sparrow was killed and taken down to sailor’s hell, Davy Jones’ Locker, with his crew vowing to sail there and rescue him. Frankly, Pirates II wasn’t a very good movie. Pirates III starts off pretty weak, but once Johnny Depp shows up it picks up considerably. It still has its problems (the British officers are terrible), but it has moments of brilliance as well. The plot is very complex, and the various subplots run the gamut from farce to melodrama to romance to tragiccomedy to tragedy, and all of them well done. I even liked Keith Richards’ cameo.

But that ten minutes of Johnny Depp in hell were beautiful. It was a serious hell. It had to be a bit comical, since it was Captain Jack. And we knew he was about to be rescued, so there wasn’t a lot of tension. But the imagery was fantastic. It had elements inspired by both Salvador Dali and Jean Paul Sartre. I’m serious. Existential surrealism. I won’t say a word more about it because it was that good. It’s worth the price of admission and screaming kids all by itself. Check it out.

Monday, May 21, 2007


Ok, I'm boycoting the rest of the NBA finals. After what they did to the Phoenix Suns I have no desire to watch any more. They rewarded the Spurs for being a bunch of thugs, they decided a series in the commissioner's office and not on the court, and now there's nothing left to watch. With the Mavericks going down (the way they should have, to a Cinderella team that matched up well with them), the two best teams in the league are out. So now who cares? And David Stern is a meglomaniacal racist who deserves to be placed in a prison shower with a bunch of horny lifers who've just gotten out of six months of solitary and are as randy as a moose durring the rut.