Sea Camp
We watched Pirates of the Caribbean this weekend, at the sufferance of M., who was too under the weather to form even the will to object to the selection. Keith Richards, I mean Johnny Depp, played all his scenes as if a lifetime of drinking had left him with alcohol instead of hemoglobin, nicely offsetting Orlando Bloom’s earnest sincerity. Geoffrey Rush, on the other hand, is the one I’d guess got the most personal and professional satisfaction in the flick, his character having a nice balance of comedy and existential angst – the monsters are always the most interesting, even when they’re supporting characters. Master and Commander may have had the better sea battles, but it didn’t have any zombies.