What the film lacks in connective tissue, it makes up for in sheer vibes.
The quasi-Victorian urban fantasy continues to prioritize uncomplicated politicking over cohesive storytelling.
The film is too blinded by manufactured sentimentality to see the more compelling what-if scenario lying right in front of its eyes.
The series is a genre patchwork whose individual elements fail to coalesce into a coherent whole.
With its dull mixture of indifferently staged exposition and action, it suggests a primitive side-scrolling video game.
Depp’s perfunctory gestures and flailing pratfalls befit a film that brings the series’s theme-park roots full circle.
Reminiscent of Woody Allen’s Manhattan Murder Mystery, it utilizes a pulp conceit as a shorthand for the regrets that bubble up in a marriage.
Most affecting in its depiction of friendship, and the performances represent platonic male intimacy in convincing, often moving ways.
A once-precious franchise’s weakest installment, which forgets these adventures’ magic was never conjured by bells and whistles.
A moment’s patience is soon rewarded by Paul W.S. Anderson’s vast store of rich, intoxicating imagery.
An insurmountable amount of extras comes second only to New Line’s stunning visual and audio transfer of Peter Jackson’s exhilarating and exhausting epic.
Sympathy for Delicious does everything it can to disguise the fact that it’s ultimately a Christian morality play.
There’s a strategy and queasy logic guiding the film’s half-baked scenario.
The sea appears a utopia here, a setting that affords its passengers seemingly limitless boundaries.
It’s apt that Disney’s Pirates of the Caribbean trilogy has experienced a trajectory not unlike that of a rollercoaster.
Larry King says, “Finally, a movie worth seeing over and over again.” I say, “I barely could get through it once!”
Structurally indebted to Pulp Fiction, the film lacks Quentin Tarantino’s sense of humor and knack for dramatic rhythm.
Even for a sequel, Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest takes the practice of double-dipping to extreme depths.
Crowe doesn’t know how to shoot movies but he knows how to put on musical revues.
Elizabethtown is Garden State without the matching clothes and wallpaper.