Pirate's Booty!

This post is long overdue, by a week at least. I saw "Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest" twice the other week. What can I say? I'm a huge Jack Sparrow fan. Johnny Depp really deserved that Oscar nomination for the first flick.

However, this won't be me fawning over the artistic (or commercial) merits of the movie. I can do that in my real life. I'm here for fawn over the men. Actually, at the risk of sounding like a teenage girl, I'm just talking about one guy here.

I *Heart* Norrington!

In "Curse of the Black Pearl", I was too busy being enthralled by the brilliance of Depp's Jack Sparrow and the tantalizing promise of a glimpse of Legolas-excuse me- Orlando's pectorals to pay poor Jack Davenport any attention.

I suppose when you look all prissy and proper, one does look a bit too sanitized and a tad boring. Heck, I didn't even realize he was Jack Davenport (who was the real reason I loved The Talented Mr. Ripley).

Fast forward to "Dead Man's Chest" (which thankfully was not literally that literal as like most people, I'm not really into necrophilia) and Jack Davenport swaggers into the scene as the rugged, unshaven and drunk James Norrington.

Hubba! Hubba! Now that's what I call a man! Sort of like something out of Lost or something, isn't it? Jack Davenport looks like he's a mix of a bit Ralph Finnes and Christian Bale (a fantasy pair up I'd love to see), but to be fair to him all thoroughly Jack Davenport.

He's dastardly and still oh so sexy. I've never really been into Johnny Depp (probably because I was still too young during the height of 21 Jumpstreet), so I've never really been attracted physically to Jack Sparrow. He is however still a force to be reckoned with and this movie really moves around him.

Poor Orlando Bloom's Will Turner is the only honest man in the entire adventure. He's become so boring that unless he does something underhanded, I'd be cheering on Keira Knightley's Elizabeth Swann to end up with Norrington or Sparrow. Will's a eunuch. Although I must say the whipping scene was bit hot - if not a bit too contrived to turn the cranks of those Orlando Bloom fans. True, he's romantic, but in a film littered with fleshed-out, double-crossing characters, he's as flat as paper Ken doll - the token boytoy.

Here's hoping that in the third movie, Will Turner will become "curious" and do something dastardly. And that Norrington will take his shirt off.

Then again, most likely he'll go back to the distinguished lemon turd that he was. Shame.