"The rarest and most precious knowledge is not that which is imposed, but rather, that which is absorbed, inhaled almost, from the ephemeral substance of the world in which we are contained."
I think my love affair with Captain Jack Sparrow and his brand of whimsical piratical farce is over, without me ever noticing it.
Part of the reason is that while PotC 1 was fresh, funny and charming, PotC 2 was merely okay and PotC 3 was frankly a bore (except for Chow Yun-fat, but they killed his character off). Even the presence of Penelope Cruz, whom I adore, and the absence of Lollipop Knightley and Woodentop Bloom wasn’t enough to stir any enthusiasm in my jaded little soul for another dance round the same old merry-go-round. I am dismayed to hear that Depp is eager for a PotC 5… and 6… and 101.
Actually, I think I may be tired of pirates in general. I do love a good rogue, but anything that become ubiquitous and over-popularised and copied ad nauseam quickly gets tired, and I think that’s what’s happened for me here. It was just the same with vampires. I couldn’t stand the undead little fuckers even before Twilight and its plethora of teen fodder imitators blighted our cultural lives*.
I’m already looking ahead for something new and unexplored, for the next archetype that will set my pulse racing. I need a hero! He’s gotta be strong, and he’s gotta be fast, and he’s gotta be fresh from the fight. It would help if he was gay, and rich, and liked cats.
*Apologies to certain awesome vampires of my acquaintance, who are lively, inventive and complex enough to be worthy exceptions to my rule. They also have short tempers and a very painful bite.
