We have achieved Pirates

Perfect for a hot, muggy summer afternoon, although an Iron Maiden would have been only slightly more painful than the seats in the theater. Hello? Upgrade, people. They didn't even have cupholders. ::is aghast::

I found it a little surreal that I didn't have to explain anything about the mythology of Davy Jones to my nine-year-old...since he thinks he knows all about him thanks to SpongeBob. Okay.

Spoilers within, so read at your own risk.

( I wasn't expecting a masterpiece of modern cinema... )