As I mentioned in my Lone Ranger review, I saw a movie on my birthday ten years ago with the same star, director, and writing team as that one. It was a movie I didn't think would go anywhere, but it ended up becoming one of my favorites of all time.
Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl is ten years old this month.
I wasn't the only one with little faith. When everyone heard that Disney would be making a movie based on one of its theme park rides, everyone on the planet rolled their eyes.
The first hint I got that it might be good is when I heard Johnny Depp's name attached, followed by Geoffrey Rush. I was a fan of Rush in "Mystery Men" and a few other oddities I saw him in, and of course Depp has been one of my favorite actors for a while because Edward Scissorhands was me at 13 (more on that another time).
The film, of course, was a brilliant action-adventure flick that made a ton of money and spawned three sequels (and counting) that the public slowly grew sick of, but I didn't care.
Jack Sparrow is one of the great characters of our time, and I'd watch him in anything.
The rest of the movie looked beautiful, it was funny, it was thrilling, it was just fun. I always have a lot of fun watching it and its sequels.
Because this is one of my favorite franchises of all time, I will be giving the sequels their due on their respective anniversaries. Suffice to say, unlike most, I actually think they improved as time went on. This one will always be a great introduction, and the most visceral.
There's really not a whole lot more I can say about it. Go see it if you haven't already.
But why is the rum gone?!