Though I sang in my chains like the sea
There will be a coherent post about Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End when I have slept. For now, I will say only that any film that fuses the underworld and the sea cannot disappoint me entirely, and that was quite possibly the best marriage ever. Spoilers to be discussed at length tomorrow. Points to
lignota,
navrins, and
gaudior for all owning more piratical hats than me. (I tied my hair back with a black ribbon. I maintain it was appropriate to the period. My brother took photographs when I got back.) I crash now.
"I'll live in the wastes," he said. "Once every hundred years, you will shine out of the sea and I'll come to you, or I will draw you into the winds with my harping . . ."
—Patricia McKillip, Harpist in the Wind (1979)
"I'll live in the wastes," he said. "Once every hundred years, you will shine out of the sea and I'll come to you, or I will draw you into the winds with my harping . . ."
—Patricia McKillip, Harpist in the Wind (1979)

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I don't think it was a flawless film, but I think it was much more of a piece than Dead Man's Chest, which contained threads I loved (anything aboard the Flying Dutchman) and threads I thought should never even have made it into the storyboard stage (cannibal island, I'm looking at you). There was no single sequence in At World's End that I would have jettisoned; and while I will argue with the fates of one or two characters, the resolution is one that I found satisfying on both the personal and mythical levels.
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I'm glad to have your take on AWE, and on strength of the same might even go to see it before it comes to the two dollar theatre here. ;-)