I Could Care Less What the Reviews Say ~ It’s T Minus One and Counting for
…pirates.
Yo ho.
UPDATE: Well, me hearties, let’s see what crawled out of the bung hole. Ne’er ye mind that t’gallant, bilge rat! Take holda this ‘ere quiz, afore I keel haul yer land lubberish backside against shivery timbers.
Arrrgghhh.
We plunder and pillage and rifle and rob
Drink up, me hearties, yo ho
Daughter Number Two knows ALL the lyrics to it.
Going Sunday afternoon. Will not read any more about it between now and then. Pass the popcorn.
The skeletons have more flesh than Keira does, at this point.
I will grant that what little she has is reasonably well placed, but still…eat a cheeseburger, gal!
(Who gives a sh*t about Keira Knightly??? There’s watery Depp-ths to be plumbed, arghhhh….!)
Grungey waters don’t run depp, sis.
Being in Florida, ths, I figured you went more for Orlando.
I prefer buccaneers, ye scurvy dawg.
And where be my buccaneers?
Under my buccan hat, I’d suppose…
Arghhh….
Is Jack Davenport going to be in this one? ‘Cause neither Johnny OR Orlando shiver me timbers, but Sir Jack? Yuuuuuummmmmeeeeeee!
(We’re going Saturday. Maybe I can stay awake through this one.)
I can’t wait, either. And I’m not bothering with stupid film critics. They don’t like movies like Pirates because they are exactly what great movie-making is all about – spectacular, fun stories, great plots, heroes and villians, romance and just enough action to keep you stupidy entertained. There is no deep meaning, underlying preachy lecture or some arrogant, under-educated jerk-off thinking he’s teaching his audience a really important life lesson.
Thar I blows…
We’ve both been going around the house trying to say “PIrates” like Cap’n Jack does in the trailer. But we never quite get the inflection.
Arghhh.
And Lisa, it be written right here that tha blackguard shows his foul colors again, nigh this film ‘n the next.
Argghhh.
If’n ye fergot, maties, there be a quiz t’ take. I’m a lubber – only 14 of 19 right, which makes me mad because I got the first eleven. No grog for me!
Yes!
I be well nigh yer numbers, Diptera. Makes me want to run em through with steel fer setch treacherous villainy.
Arghhh.
I only got thirteen right.
I better stick to plundering the state treasury.