And most wickedly I did as I sailed
Just got back from seeing Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest with my family. I realize that I am building up a positive backlog of posts that must be made about this, that, or the other, but I must here take a moment to say:
DAVY JONES' SAILORS.
DUDE.
Whatever the flaws of the overall film, that entire thread just made me smile. Stellan Skarsgård's Bootstrap Bill plays right into one of my favorite character obsessions, and if someone was going to fuse the legends of Davy Jones and the Flying Dutchman (not to mention Koschei the Deathless), this was actually quite a good way. It's the combination of metamorphosis—so long under sea that the sea has changed them into itself, like something out of Patricia McKillip or Caitlín R. Kiernan—and moral compromise, tarnish and sea-change. As
matociquala might say: kicked me right in the squid.
Er. So to speak.
DAVY JONES' SAILORS.
DUDE.
Whatever the flaws of the overall film, that entire thread just made me smile. Stellan Skarsgård's Bootstrap Bill plays right into one of my favorite character obsessions, and if someone was going to fuse the legends of Davy Jones and the Flying Dutchman (not to mention Koschei the Deathless), this was actually quite a good way. It's the combination of metamorphosis—so long under sea that the sea has changed them into itself, like something out of Patricia McKillip or Caitlín R. Kiernan—and moral compromise, tarnish and sea-change. As
Er. So to speak.

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Yes, she is a siren for the sea. I want to drown in the sea she creates, no matter how dangerous and sinister its beauty. I find myself like Peri longing for the Sea Prince, although as an adult I can love the magician more than I did as a young girl first reading the tale.
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I love Lyo. His first entrance is marvelous.