I love Pirates. They're sexy, swashbuckling, swearing devils of the high seas, with camaraderie, cheering and rum. There is something for everyone - from feisty female leaders to delicious eye candy, and the action never ends. Some have criticized Pirates for being repetitive and overly long, but we're not looking for arthouse flicks, people - what you get is what you expect, two-and-a-bit hours of riotous fun, unfeasible plotlines and strange occurrences. There is tragedy, humour and heroism- and, of course, the divine men. I think my loyalty is now wavering from Johnny and towards the lush Orlando, whose deep dark eyes are so open and trusting and... mmmmm.
Already box office sales for Pirates have topped the charts, as expected - outselling Spiderman and Shrek by far, and making it reigning king of the "threequels". Though no definite plans for a fourth version have been released yet, the rumour mill is buzzing with all the loose ends - will Keira and Orlando live happily ever after? Will we learn more about Captain Jack's father? Will that monkey ever stop stealing centre-stage? Oh and what on earth happened to Calypso? To be continued (maybe)...
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