Took the offspring to see Pirates of the Carribean - Worlds End, and must say contrary to the reviews the film has been getting , I rather quite enjoyed it!.
I have long awaited the ending of these fabulously entertaining films, made for family viewing, it is ever so nice to be able to sit alongside your children and watch something without swearing and nudity, which in turn stops me from having to stretch my arm across 5 sets of eyes and split my hands into 10 to cover 5 sets of ears!
Although granted the film was a bit longer than it needed to be (the bits with JACK in the locker with several other Jacks didn't do it for me, there is of course ONLY 1 Johnny Depp!) the time went very quickly and we laughed sat on the edge of our seats in the tremendous fighting scenes, and I cried at the end (Will and Elizabeth) but left the movie with the sense that this has been set up for another offering in a few years time once everyone has aged a bit and the boxed sets have sold a few.
To me the ending let it down , as Jack sets off to find the fountain of youth with a map he stole from Captain Barbosa who in turn has stolen the Black Pearl from Jack - again (but still as witty, I don't think the joke of stealing the Black Pearl will ever wear thin).
Elizabeth is left on the beach, all alone in the world (as her father had been killed during the shenanigans of the film) waiting to see Will return in ten years time on the flying Dutchman (he can only step foot on land once every ten years as he is now captain of the infamous Dutchman) which of course insists that Elizabeth will of course need the fountain of youth as well as Jack to stay immortal for her beloved husband Will or she will only get to see him for 4 possibly 5 days before she pegs it?. And I am quite sure she knows about the map to the fountain of youth as when she was made Captain of Sho Fengs Ship (this was a bit far reaching), and forced to leave it (I won't spoil it for you by who if you haven't seen it already) the crew where holding the cases, apart from the fact that Liz is a woman and should know everything of importance anyway, I think this cues her in for a voyage to find the fountain via Jack?, OR, Liz will age and her path will cross with jacks again and he will be as youthful as ever, hence forth another voyage for the ageing Liz and youthful Jack?oh forgot to metion, Liz is the Pirate Lord now also, so she'll have a crew and a ship (sho Fengs), which would in turn be kept safe on any voyage by old hubby Will (flying Dutchman ruler of the seven seas) so cue again Pirates 4. Which by her being a Pirate lord, Captain of a pirate ship should ensure her a place aboard the Dutchman anyhow?
Barbosa also wanted the fountain, which in turn he could use old Liz against Jack as he could use Wills heart (kept by Liz in a box) as leverage? Trust me, if I can work all this out, it really has been set up for another one, if work dries up for Johnny and co and there short of a bob or two I guess they will be up for it.
I felt sad for the love birds and sad that possibly Captain Jack Sparrow will be left to find the fountain on his own in his clinker boat, and even sadder that this much awaited ending of the trilogy was just, well , another brilliant offering but no further to ending then I am to marrying Captain Jack.
The twist with the sword which kills Will was genius (it was the one he made for commander Norrington in the first film), as was the way Jack plots and subplots time after time. His overall plan in this was to become Captain of the Dutchman, but in a twist at the end his plan turns sour , but if he had succeeded (which he would have done if they had all stopped talking) it would have been an ending to the 3 films, and not the birth of a fourth.
I thought the main characters all acted well although I do find it a bit hard to beleive Elizabeth slaying hardened Pirates weighing in at 7 stone soaking wet, but still , thats Hollywood, and it wouldn't have been as entertaining if she was built like a hungarian shot putter.
Johnny, well Johnny is just superb in his portrayal of the witty Jack, comedy timing genius, and not half bad to look at. Supported superbly by Captain Barbosa in this one who made his scenes his own especially when facing the Dutchman at Worlds End. Will although classed as "Wet Will", has true valour and an honest heart so the character gets the thumbs up in my book, although granted I don't knowe how long he would have lasted if this be real.
The smaller subplots where not needed as they only detracted from what was really going on and all that we wanted to see, but I guess they where in there to make the special bits seem just that bit more so. Sho Fengs lair at the start was a good opening, but sort of had no where to go in the time frame as it had such a big slot in the opening because of the maps, but had to be squeezed in alongside everything else, which worked as a whole (after you leave the cinema it all makes perfect sense in your imagination) bt felt a bit squeezed in whilst watching, and Sho Fengs demise a bit rushed, sort of, what rotten luck he was standing in his cabin right on the spot that the Dutchman was to fire its cannon and a peice of the ship was to shatter and stab him. Although whilst writing this I have realised again that this film was made for children in mind so this would just seem rotten luck to them as they woulkd think this a fitting end and yes, just bad luck.
I do feel I want to see the film again, (just in case the ending changes!)but will wait for of course the DVD.
With the Lord of the Rings Trilogy I did feel after the last one, Return of The King, that it was finished and felt complete in that, but of course that was a book so it would have an end, with Pirates I did not, and felt a bit hollow?, strange isn't it that a film can do that to you, and characters can get under your skin, after all we have become so familiar with the main characters over the three films they are a bit ike old friends, well they are in my little world anyhow.
So if there was a fourth film in a few years time, I don't think it would be a bad thing as long as this one ended with a way to reunite Liz and Will for ever (dead or alive as long as they where together), I mean there must be a way?, answers on a postcard to......, ( I think that there is some magic out there somewhere, or could she join the crew of the Dutchman?, come on writers you can pinch my ideas for a few shackles - do we have an accord?)and Captain Jack with his Pearl, that would truly put a full stop on the end of the film.
The cardboard cutouts of Elizabeth , Will and Jack at the cinema entrance are fantastic and do perfect justice to the overall film, which in its entirity is a good old battle over whats right and wrong - apart from the fact that Pirates are wrong, ie murder and theiving, but still - its Captain Jack folks!
Good old family swashbuckling entertainment though,
Hoist the colours,
Take all you can, give nothing back!
Jack is Truly Back in fine form, but I really really do hope, he "Will" "Liz" forever, sorry had to be done!
Thursday, 31 May 2007
Monday, 14 May 2007
Its the chicken man!
They have arrived!.
For years now I have been toying with the idea of keeping chickens. I am very much in love with the whole country life thing, I have magazines brimming inside the house from country life to period house, wellies by the door, which now in an ever so rhyming fashion sit with the straw by the door - bliss!
WEll it would be if the bloody things ever lay an egg.
WE have five chickens, one for each of our young;although they where in fact a birthday pressent for me, I guess I get the good job of poop cleaning and no bird - such is life.
So, 5 chickens one white 2 brown, and 2 black, white chicken is my favourite as she is the only one laying an egg at the moment (we have had them all nearly a fortnight now and my husband is avidly eyeing up the stockpot after checking the bank balance each and every night noting how much the darn things cost to set up with still no return by the way of eggs on our investment).
Yes indeedy countdown to casserole has started in our house with 3 days to go before they get the , er, chop suey treatment, again sods law I still wont be having any part of the birds due to the fact I cannot eat anything other than baby mush or special k, please don't get me started on crisps, I eat so many I have started to have dreams about them ganging up and chasing me, better leave that one for another time I think, the wranglings of my mind are not for the faint hearted.
So chickens , and a bloodhound, a garden which has become a shrine to my local garden centre turning into a cottage garden of england ever ever so slowly, my dreams of country living are very nearly complete, (talking of dreams, the prunes are in fact moving, joyous as I am to be parted from them finally as we truly do not get on, I honestly wish them well , and feel soooo sorry for who gets them next), cath kidston table cloth on order whistling kettle, its all falling into place, ahh yes life in my quiet country life sanctuary is bliss, the downside to this wonderful enchanting dream is that today I had a deep filling which in turn led the dentist to reveal I need route canal treatment, knocked the spots off my cath kidston cloth, and made the gently cooing of the chickens sound like thunder from the pain of the tooth.
Ah well I guess dreams are meant to be exactly what they are, just dreams, which is what makes them so so very special when we are dealing with reality, for where else would we escape to when the old dentists drill is whurring away, or the egg holder is gathering dust through its empty, very empty wholes?
For me, Iescape to a field of clematis creeping up the pergola butterflies fluttering past a grassy undulating lawn, and a bloody great whole the dog has just dug with the children wallowing in the dirt, I guess I mix a bit of the dreamer with reality,
Well you cant have your tea and cake (on a cath kidston cloth), (from a whistling kettle), and eat it, can you!
Certainly not, if the cakes where pretty it would spoil my dream!
and put crumbs on the cloth
3 days to go... come on girls cluck cluck or chop chop up to you!!!!!!!
For years now I have been toying with the idea of keeping chickens. I am very much in love with the whole country life thing, I have magazines brimming inside the house from country life to period house, wellies by the door, which now in an ever so rhyming fashion sit with the straw by the door - bliss!
WEll it would be if the bloody things ever lay an egg.
WE have five chickens, one for each of our young;although they where in fact a birthday pressent for me, I guess I get the good job of poop cleaning and no bird - such is life.
So, 5 chickens one white 2 brown, and 2 black, white chicken is my favourite as she is the only one laying an egg at the moment (we have had them all nearly a fortnight now and my husband is avidly eyeing up the stockpot after checking the bank balance each and every night noting how much the darn things cost to set up with still no return by the way of eggs on our investment).
Yes indeedy countdown to casserole has started in our house with 3 days to go before they get the , er, chop suey treatment, again sods law I still wont be having any part of the birds due to the fact I cannot eat anything other than baby mush or special k, please don't get me started on crisps, I eat so many I have started to have dreams about them ganging up and chasing me, better leave that one for another time I think, the wranglings of my mind are not for the faint hearted.
So chickens , and a bloodhound, a garden which has become a shrine to my local garden centre turning into a cottage garden of england ever ever so slowly, my dreams of country living are very nearly complete, (talking of dreams, the prunes are in fact moving, joyous as I am to be parted from them finally as we truly do not get on, I honestly wish them well , and feel soooo sorry for who gets them next), cath kidston table cloth on order whistling kettle, its all falling into place, ahh yes life in my quiet country life sanctuary is bliss, the downside to this wonderful enchanting dream is that today I had a deep filling which in turn led the dentist to reveal I need route canal treatment, knocked the spots off my cath kidston cloth, and made the gently cooing of the chickens sound like thunder from the pain of the tooth.
Ah well I guess dreams are meant to be exactly what they are, just dreams, which is what makes them so so very special when we are dealing with reality, for where else would we escape to when the old dentists drill is whurring away, or the egg holder is gathering dust through its empty, very empty wholes?
For me, Iescape to a field of clematis creeping up the pergola butterflies fluttering past a grassy undulating lawn, and a bloody great whole the dog has just dug with the children wallowing in the dirt, I guess I mix a bit of the dreamer with reality,
Well you cant have your tea and cake (on a cath kidston cloth), (from a whistling kettle), and eat it, can you!
Certainly not, if the cakes where pretty it would spoil my dream!
and put crumbs on the cloth
3 days to go... come on girls cluck cluck or chop chop up to you!!!!!!!
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