When the world first heard about Disney's plans to turn one of its most beloved non-racist theme park rides to the big screen, the viewing public answered with a resounding shrug. In theory this meal has got nothing to it. Just some meat and some vegetables thrown haphazardly together. Let's take Johnny Depp and make him a pirate. Why not? Yet the first bite is suprisingly succulent, a flavorful mix of gallows humor, an intricate story and surprisingly violent action. The next two are more skewered and difficult to remove from their metallic spine of a overly complicated plot. What was interesting and complex in the first movie becomes hopelessly convoluted in the follow ups, especially the dismally dark roasted pepper of Pirates of the Carribean 2: Dead Man's Chest. However, the series finds itself back on the grill with Pirates of the Carribean 3, At Worlds End. At it's best, it tastes like part one - at it's worst, it tastes like part two. Some viewers may even wish to eat the first bite, unskewer the second, and go straight to the third. Be warned, however. The relentlessly loud action and repetitive nature of the trilogy lends itself to skewer induced headache. Do not try to devour this one in a quick gulp.
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