Lars and I just watched Pirates of the Caribbean: At Worlds End. I have to say, there goes 2.5 hours of my life that I would like to have back. I mean, maybe the plot was good but I COULDN’T HEAR ANY OF THE PLOT (that was pretty confusing, to begin with) OVER THE SWEEPING MUSICAL SCORE OF PIRATE-NESS. Pirates don’t steal booty–they steal my soul. At least for the last couple of hours, they did. I have to say, I don’t like feeling like I’m aging at an exponential rate and this movie certainly made me feel just like that. For example:
ME: WHAT DID THEY SAY?
ME: WHAT DID THAT PIRATE SAY TO THE MONKEY?
LARS: THAT’S A MONKEY? I THOUGHT IT WAS AN ATTRACTIVE FEMALE PIRATE…
ME: OH GEEEZE. WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?