I used to be a great admirer of Johnny Depp. In a world that seemed to have lost its bearings altogether, post-Sixties, he was--I thought--the one man who had hung on. He knew. He was right. But these days I'm not so sure. Something seems terribly wrong when the guy who refused to parlay his Hollywood looks into a lucrative big money career making obvious, brain-dead movies racks up three versions of a blockbuster film based on a ride at Disneyworld. Even Tom Cruise never did that.
The first "Pirates" film was all right, albeit rather dumb and predictable. The second one was so boring I fell asleep about twenty minutes in, and didn't wake up until twenty minutes before the end. And when I went back to review the parts I'd missed (about seventeen hours of sword fights, monsters, racist caricatures and Johnny Depp twitching and ticking cutely), I realised the dream I'd been having while it played out in front of my closed lids the first time around had been much more entertaining.
I celebrated the release of the third in the franchise by going out and buying "Five Easy Pieces" on dvd.
A film, you see. With writing .And acting. And no giant squids.
At what point along my time line did adults start watching films that would previously have only satisfied children, while mocking those this failed to satisfy as people with no sense of humour?