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P.S. - I'm watching Black Pearl right now, to wash the taste of DMC out of my eyes. It's not doing a very good job of it.
Now that my mind's on the stupidity of the Aztec Gold curse, I find I can get over the instant skeletization, but NOT the instant raggediness and tatterization of clothing. WTF? Stupid, stupid, frelling stupid.
The action, on the other hand, is spirited and exaggerated without being stupifyingly absurd. They could well have opted for two more films filled with Errol-Flynnlike derring do. It worked beautifully in the first film. Stooping to shish-ke-bop fruit fights and rolling waterwheel duels was unnecessary sequelitis. Beyond, far beyond, stupid.
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