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Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest is the worst kind of sequel -- the kind that exists only to give you more-more-more of what you liked the first time around, without ever justifying its own existence.
When you find out at the end that what you've just seen is merely the overture to yet another sequel, you can't help wondering what more can be extracted from this franchise. Gold, me hearties, more gold!
It's an amalgam of many of the modern cinema's worst tendencies and modern filmmaking's most unfortunate misconceptions. The film has an epic scale without an epic story, epic characters, epic ideas or epic emotions.
The dreaded curse of the sequels hits home with a vengeance in Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest, a noisy and lazy stopgap movie that goes absolutely nowhere and takes 2 1/2 hours to get there.
Even more cartoonish than the original film from 2003 -- a difficult feat to achieve -- this second installment in the Pirates of the Caribbean franchise, often feels like a live-action version of a Road Runner-Wile E. Coyote extravaganza.
The problem isn't that Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest is only half a movie, it's that it feels like one -- an elaborate tease that's effectively a feature-length coming attraction for Pirates III.
The first of two sequels shot in immediate succession, Dead Man's Chest bears the unenviable burden of racking the pins for both movies, which leaves it with precious few opportunities to have a little fun of its own.
As the film heaves from one muddily motivated set-piece to the next, McGuffins accruing like barnacles all the while (the sketch! the key! the papers! the chest! the heart!), it takes on the sinking feeling of a vessel adrift, sending out flares.
Yes indeed, Pirates 2.0 is a theme ride, if by ride you mean a hellish contraption into which a ticket holder is strapped, overstimulated but unsatisfied, and unable to disengage until the operator releases the restraining harness.