Finding time to update this thing isn't easy.

But uhmmmmmm, okay. I saw Dead Man's Chest and it was GREAT and fun to watch and yay and all that, but afterwards something kept bugging me. Not just bugging me, my heart was aflame with agony. I finally came to realize that I DON'T LIKE THE CHARACTERS! It torments me so, because in the first movie I loved them ALL. But sitting there watching them all backstab each other for a couple hours left a bad taste in my mouth.* I don't really dislike them, but it's hard for me to be fond of people like that. Maybe it was just a lot of development in a very short amount of time, and I'll get used to it.

Ohohoh, though. It took this long, but I finally see the appeal in Orlando Bloom. He's finally hot to me. Yes, yum. Rip off his shirt to whip him more, plz. Also? Scruffy, dirty, brooding Norrington? Omg hot. OMGGGG hot.

The voodoo lady-type woman person was strangely pretty for being quite hygene-less. Black teeth, yummmmm. She was awesome, though. SO much cooler than Anna-Maria or Elizabeth.

The ending though? JHDSIOUPHFISUFHIUS. WOW. OMG CLIFFHANGER. That is the hangiest cliff I've ever hanged from. But THE GUY? YOU KNOW? THE GUY WHO CAME DOWN THE STAIRS? YES WOW AWESOME HOLY CRAP WOW.

The end.


*this does not apply to Jack, of course. That is just what he does.