$132 million for the Pirates of the Caribbean opening weekend. Dude. That's...incredible. I haven't seen the movie yet, and I suppose if I do I should prepare myself for limited elbow room, because GODDAMN! That beats the old Spider-Man record by almost $20 million. Depp is king, you guys. Good stuff.
Oh, and also: Take THAT, Aquaman.
ETA: Okay, I saw it this afternoon. Not the barrel of pure joy and excitement that the first one
was, but it did the job. Two action setpieces in particular stood head and shoulders above 99% of the first movie. The connective tissue wasn't as strong this time around, so there was a bit of impatience for the movie to get to the fireworks factory already, as it were. But ultimately I think director Gore Verbinski did a good job with...resurrecting the look...the look and feel of...I'm sorry, I'm not made of stone, people. Would you look at Orlando Bloom over there? I just...he really is the most beautiful thing, isn't he?
Okay, okay, focus! The movie. Johnny Depp is, as expected, a blast to watch. I get no small amount of satisfaction out of how much fun Depp has with the Jack Sparrow role. And the interplay between Depp, Bloom, and Keira Knightley is still sparkling. And they brought MacKenzie Crook (aka, Gareth from the BBC version of The Office) back! So good to see him again.
In fact, the movie as a whole did a great job of integrating a whole bunch of returning characters who (a) I didn't expect to see back, and (b) worked even better the second time around. Once again, all due credit to Verbinski who...you know, who directed the whole...thing...the whole movie...crap. Okay, once again, you can't really blame me, can you? I'm sorry, no you cannot.
...Okay! Once more: good movie. Great marketing ploy with the cliffhanger. One gripe, if it's indeed a gripe: the issue of Bill Nighy's omni-accent. That was on purpose, right? How he represents the sea and the sea knows no boundaries, be they on land nor in the throats of men? I really hope so, because if not? Eesh. Anyway...what was I saying?...right...oh for Pete's sake. Fine. Fine! I give up. Have it your way, Mr. Bloom. Continue to be all devestatingly handsome and whatnot. But I'm getting the last word in my own post, got it? Good.