I finally watched POTC3 this afternoon as well, and I'm gonna have to sadly part company with P-C, my usual brain-twin. I thought it was a bloated, ungodly mess with irritating orientalism, severe lack of the funny and zero emotional resonance. Also, they killed Norrington (!) for no goddamned reason, and Norrington was by far my favourite character of the lot. Bah.

Elizabeth got to kick some ass, which was some consolation. And Jeffrey Rush, as always, was fun to watch. But the rest of it was very eh. I was bored by even Jack.

I agree with your whitefont, though. They totally wasted Norrington.

I'm watching Phantom on Hallmark.

This is, indeed, as bad as I thought. The singing, oh God... t shudders

Also, the costumer seems to have a corset fetish, and the director watched Moulin Rouge too many times.

And no one ever explained to anyone why we hold our hands at the level of our eyes.

Also, the costumer seems to have a corset fetish, and the director watched Moulin Rouge too many times.

OK, one of these things I can see as a negative, but the other makes me wonder which place this person thinks they are posting.

There is a time and a place. And, really, enough space for plenty of corsetry in the movie without it pinging me as corset porn.

I think the scene of Christine being laced into one was what pushed it over the edge for me.

I dunno. Isn't "gratuitous corsetry" pretty much a Buffista oxymoron? I'll leave it to the board to decide.

I dunno. Isn't "gratuitous corsetry" pretty much a Buffista oxymoron? I'll leave it to the board to decide.

I vote oxymoron.

I vote: the more corsets the better. We went to Pirates Dinner Adventure yesterday and when the princess came out the first thing I said was, "they could have laced her up tighter."

I saw 1408 lat night. I am not a real horror movie goer, so I don't know how it stacks up, but it scared the bejesus outta me. They used the mundane artifacts of hotel rooms sand the hotel experience to great effect. Cusack was practically a one-man show, and did a terrific job.

I thought the last half hour was pretty predictably twist-and-turny, so the film lost intensity for me.

I LOVED when the "you are here" sigh got blacked out, so only the room existed.

I didn't think it was nearly as bad as I expected going in, but the skydiving ghosts and zombie in the vents and exploding/flooding/snowing room were a bit much. The best parts were when Enslin was losing his grip due to the little tricks of perception and growing more and more incoherent. They SO should have had Cusack say "My brother was eaten by wolves on the New Jersey Turnpike" as a non-sequitur to show his degenerating mental condition rather than just have it as a text passage in the room's records .