Monday, July 24

Hide The Rum!!

Yes, I've watched Pirates Of The Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest with the GB Family & I can tell you that it is not for the faint-hearted. And those who have a serious aversion for seafood or get terrible allergy reactions after coming into close contact with them.

For myself, I felt like making Der Kraken in Der Fried Calamari because it was just plain disgusting to see how a giant ball of tentacles could wreak havoc on vessels at the thunderous clap of call by a similiarly disgusting sleazebag called Davy Jones.

So, Davy Jones is like, the Mafia of the sea where he kinda plays God by visiting wrecked vessels, salvaging whatever survivors left & forcing them to choose between dying a horrbile death & not having to feel the sea beneath their feet or joining his immortal crew of half-human-half-sea-animal miscreants. Of course, being sailors, they chose the latter. Like duhh, we're talking about a group of men who literally embrace bodies of water & would rather be stranded at sea than trapped on land.

Anywayz, Davy Jones is one sleazy sonofabitch, like I've mentioned before, because he doesn't do all the dirty work himself. Like every badass Mafia chief, he hires his guns -or goons, whichever way you see it- to do whatever cruel deed there is to do while he sits at his harpsichord & plays with his tentacles. But, when things get out of hand, Davy Jones then calls upon his professional hitman. And out of the bluee abyss of the Caribbean, comes Der Kraken.

That much Kraken could last me a lifetime & I would NEVER have to crave for Fried Calamari ever again!!

Anywayz, if you haven't seen the movie, please do. No doubt, it has a slightly open-ended ending that just makes you anticipate the third installment of the movie more & please, don't stay until after the credits even though you heard from sources -reliable or otherwise- that there would be a short clip at the end. Because seriously, just like in X-Men 3, it's not really worth it.

And well, you know that if it's anything to do with Jerry Bruckheimer, you know it's gonna be damnably good. The way Gore Verbinski adds every little detail that would seem like a too well-done rojak into a perfectly tossed-up salad. Four and a half buckets of popcorn out of five, regardless of those movie critics who gave the movie only three stars. Ohh, and the three-person sword fight on that waterwheel was simply a stroke of genius.

And, yeah, I suppose my blog layout did come at a good time, what with all the hype surrounding the movie. Yarrr!!

To sign off, here's a few production stills of the movie, thanks to TheOBFiles.com. Drink up me-hearties, yo-ho!!










Laterz...
Lenny Chubby Dean GodGilla Xabs

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