Starring Johnny Depp, Javier Bardem, Brenton Thwaites, Kayla Scodelario, Kevin R. McNally, David Wenham and Geoffrey Rush
Screenplay by Jeff Nathanson
Directed by Joachim Rønning and Espen Sandberg
Out of Four
Reviewed by Patrick & Paul Gibbs
That, as they say, was then and this is now. Over the course of three bloated and wildly self indulgent sequels, the franchise has become increasingly stale. But there has always been enough action, enough whimsy, and enough special effects wizardry to make it at least kind of work. Until now.
Dead Men Tell No Tales begins with a boy named Henry Turner looking for a way to free his father, Will (Orlando Bloom) from an endless imprisonment aboard a voyage of the damned, and by the end of the film, we can certainly relate to how Will Turner must feel. As you may recall, the third film ended with Will becoming the Captain of the Flying Dutchman, living a lifetime at sea collecting the souls of the dead. But young Henry has studied up on nautical mythology, and he firmly believes that he can break the curse if he can only find the fabled Trident of Poseidon, and he knows just the pirate to help him: yes, you guessed it, Captain Jack Sparrow.
In addition, the production design and visual effects are not up to the usual standards, and that again needs to be placed partially upon the directors, who make some bad choices with the effects. In fairness, part of it is that viewers eyes are more sophisticated and less easily dazzled now, but the the walking dead in this film are constantly walking around in the sunlight so you can get a good look at the imperfections, and the effect used to give us a young Jack ranges from solidly successful to recalling the recurring Conan O'Brien sketch where the a person's mouth is superimposed onto an image of a celebrity's face and frequently moves awkwardly in and out of frame.
Depp finally appears to be getting as bored with the character as the rest of us, unable to put his heart in it, and the rest of the cast just kind of fumbles their way through, with Thwaites being the only who seems to really be excited about what he is doing, though whether the fault is with the actor or the script he comes across as a rather bland, cardboard leading man, and there's no chemistry to be found between him and leading lady Scoledario. Bardem throws himself into his part with gusto, but unfortunately the usually entrancing actor is extremely annoying in this scenery chewing role.
If this is really the final installment, as has been stated in some of the advertising, it's a sad way to finish off a franchise that was once a lot of fun. If it isn't, they got to find a way to breathe some life back into the series. All we wanted out of this film was for it to bring back some fond memories of the original, and it only worked on the level of making us wish we were watching any of the previous films.
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