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Jul. 27th, 2006 11:45 amSaw Dead Man's Chest yesterday, and... um. It was fairly mediocre, I think. A stack of memorable scenes (Keira stabbing two of Davy Jones' crew at once, lots of things rolling madly around, Davy Jones puffing smoke out of a severed tentacle, yeah) and not much else.
Oh, I enjoyed it, and I wasn't bored for a second, but I really have to think to remember any of the plot and the goings-on. The Curse of the Black Pearl stuck far more in the brain.
DMC reminded me a lot of The Two Towers; the poor film stuck in the middle. The story and most of the characters have already been established, now we're just waiting for the finale.
In other news, the damn heat has been somewhat broken by a minor thunderstorm last night. Today, the air is fresh and the world looks clean, and I finally slept well and feel rested.
Plans for the day: go fill out a fucking form (note the alliteration) about going abroad while on sick leave, buy more Calabria coffee (the south of Italy is vastly underrated in several fields), buy some handy stuff for the vacation and call the mail order company that promised to deliver my goods on Friday and now casually mentions it will take 7-10 days.
That last one will gimme occasion for some delightful rage, I suspect.
ETA: No rage. Sorted. Whew.
Oh, I enjoyed it, and I wasn't bored for a second, but I really have to think to remember any of the plot and the goings-on. The Curse of the Black Pearl stuck far more in the brain.
DMC reminded me a lot of The Two Towers; the poor film stuck in the middle. The story and most of the characters have already been established, now we're just waiting for the finale.
In other news, the damn heat has been somewhat broken by a minor thunderstorm last night. Today, the air is fresh and the world looks clean, and I finally slept well and feel rested.
Plans for the day: go fill out a fucking form (note the alliteration) about going abroad while on sick leave, buy more Calabria coffee (the south of Italy is vastly underrated in several fields), buy some handy stuff for the vacation and call the mail order company that promised to deliver my goods on Friday and now casually mentions it will take 7-10 days.
That last one will gimme occasion for some delightful rage, I suspect.
ETA: No rage. Sorted. Whew.
