Went to see above-mentioned film on the weekend. First off let me take the opportunity to say, “Shove over d#@-head!”. The session I went to was the biggest of the 30 screens on offer, but it was still overcrowded. Which wouldn’t make me annoyed (well not in the same self-righteous sort of way) except that each group of people decided that everyone that didn’t belong to their little group was smelly or evil and left one seat between them and the next group of xenophobes.
So my friend and I were forced to split up and sit either side of one fat guy with a B.O. problem… no, I’m fibbing — we had to sit in the second row.
Thus begins the discussion of “Pirates of the Caribbean”, starring Orlando Bloom’s Nostrils, Johnny Depp’s Mascara, and Keira Knightley’s… pores. Don’t get me wrong — they’re beautiful pores (actually I will say this for the film — when you’re looking up at the pores of a real person and a CG character and they’re equally as detailed — it’s good CG), but no one should be forced to critically analyse an actor’s skin because of another person’s ignorance.
So on to the movie.
