‘Pirates of the Caribbean’
Starring: Johnny Depp, Penélope Cruz, Geoffrey Rush, Ian McShane, Kevil McNally, Astrid Berges-Frisbey
Rating: PG-13, for action violence and sensuality
Johnny Depp hasn’t lost his mincing swagger, and that’s great news for fans of this loopy series.
Depp’s impeccably timed comic performance remains the best part of the “Pirates of the Caribbean” franchise. To watch him is to laugh helplessly: the hilariously trashy pirate’s garb; the bemused double-takes; the gently slurred speech and overly precise movements of somebody who drained one too many tankards of rum; the marvelous little bits of physical business, as when he constantly brushes away imaginary lint (as if he could tell, with such filthy apparel?).
But if Depp’s constancy is a blessing, the change-up behind the camera is a welcome relief. Director Gore Verbinski has departed for different shores, and I couldn’t be happier; his three earlier films in this series suffered from unnecessary bloat. At just shy of three hours, the previous installment (“At World’s End”) was ludicrously self-indulgent, thanks also to a scattershot script that made no sense whatsoever.
Series screenwriters Ted Elliott and Terry Rossio are back, but this film’s new sheriff — replacement director Rob Marshall (“Chicago,” “Memoirs of a Geisha”) — obviously brought some much-needed discipline to the process. The story is tighter, the ancillary characters are better defined, and the pacing and editing (David Brenner, Michael Kahn and Wyatt Smith) are vastly superior.
As the story begins, Capt. Jack’s fortunes have dwindled again; he lacks funds, a crew and a ship, his beloved Black Pearl having suffered an unknown fate. It’s all he can do to prevent his loyal comrade, Gibbs (Kevin McNally), from getting his neck stretched … and that rescue concludes with a fresh set of problems.
A chance encounter with the woman Jack once loved and cheerfully corrupted — Penélope Cruz’s Angelica — results in his being shanghaied onto a scary ship commandeered by no less than Blackbeard himself: not a man to be trifled with.
Angelica is first mate on this vessel. And she also happens to be Blackbeard’s daughter. Which Jack didn’t know, back in the day.
Blackbeard, fearing imminent death at the hands of a “one-legged man,” is determined to forestall this fate by finding the fabled Fountain of Youth. Jack knows a bit about its whereabouts; Angelica knows a bit about the ceremony required to make its magic work … a ritual involving two silver goblets and a single mermaid’s tear.
Jack’s longtime “frenemy,” meanwhile — the mildly pompous Barbossa (Geoffrey Rush) — has been commissioned by King George to find the same fountain. Finally, Spain also has mounted an expedition with the same goal in mind; it’s therefore a three-way race to the finish.
We’ve always had to coast through some sloppy details with these films, and this one’s no different. The major problem, as usual, is the ill-defined use of supernatural abilities. Blackbeard, it turns out, is quite a dab hand at sorcery; he can control all the components of his ship — making ropes encircle hapless victims like boa constrictors, for example — with a vague wave of his sword.
He’s also quite effective with voodoo dolls, his deck sergeants are unkillable zombies, and his method of dealing with captured ships is novel, to say the least.
One can’t help but wonder, with all this power at his fingertips, why Blackbeard would be worried about anything … or how anybody ever could hope to defeat him. But as usually is the case with such stories, Blackbeard’s powers sorta-kinda fade, just when they need to. Handy, that.
Elliott and Rossio also have a rather novel take on mermaids; the delectable lovelies who swim into view — starting with the striking Gemma Ward — prove unexpectedly lethal. But this, too, gets out of hand; their sharp teeth and strong swimming abilities should have been enough, but they’re also revealed to possess some sort of whip-like thingie that can travel at least 30 feet, lightning-swift, to snare anybody who tries to flee.
Again, such creatures would be unstoppable … but, no, our heroes somehow prevail.
Fine, we’ll tolerate such inconsistencies, if only to allow the story to move forward. But the one detail that nobody can swallow — not even Tuesday evening’s sold-out preview audience, laden as it was with uber-fans — involves Jack’s inventive means of freeing himself, when roped to a palm tree. That’s one contrivance too many, which should be filed under, “OK, just how stupid do you think we are?”
All that said, we don’t really watch these films for plot logic; that ship sailed with the first installment, back in 2003. As I mentioned at the top of this review, these are character showcases, and all involved — starting with Depp, McShane, Rush and Cruz — deliver admirably.
No offense intended to Keira Knightley, but Cruz is much more credible as a pirate-garbed femme fatale; she also adds a welcome note of smoldering sensuality.
McShane’s Blackbeard is suitably vile, the actor playing the part as if always surprised by the depth of his own depravity. Keith Richards returns briefly as Teague, Jack’s beloved papa; Sam Claflin fulfills the “hunky young male” role vacated by Orlando Bloom.
Robbie Kay makes a strong impression as a helpful cabin boy; Astrid Berges-Frisbey, lastly, is appropriately fetching as Syrena, the mermaid kidnapped and held by Blackbeard, in order to secure her tears.
On the other hand, this film’s use of 3D is entirely superfluous, limited (it seems) to little more than occasional swords thrusting into the audience. While I’m pleased to note that “Pirates 4″ was shot in digital 3D, rather than suffering a last-minute retrofit, the process still does no favors to the finished result.
As I’ve noted before, 3D makes a film darker … and this film, much of it taking place at night, or in close, gloomy quarters, is pretty dark to begin with. More than once, I removed the blasted 3D specs in order to better see what the heck was happening in a given scene.
That aside, this series’ fans will find much to love here, so from that standpoint Marshall has done the job for which he was hired. And his film is approachable enough to engage first-timers, as well: in all respects, a well-crafted popcorn flick.
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