Obnoxious drivel. Little more than an excuse for Sam Levinson to air his grievances by having a pair of empty vessels spew half-baked claptrap about all the things he's too insecure to deal with internally. I'm assuming that he's trying to use this tumultuous relationship as a way of invoking discussion but it's absolutely pointless because his insights have all the depth of a summer puddle. This film could have ended after 10 minutes, anything of note had been addressed…
Good grief this was bad.
Oscar bait, poverty porn twaddle that asks us to sympathise with a venture capitalist who has the personality of a toaster as it apporaches its hackneyed material in the most banal way imaginable. The direction is bland, the editing is awful, the script is packed with forced conflict and every single character is a walking stereotype (with Amy Adams and Glenn Close delivering perfromances that are laughably histrionic). To say this is superficial would be an understatement.
A big load of nothing. The inventive insanity of Verbinski's trilogy has been replaced by sleep-inducing tedium. Any sense of fun or spectacle or even eccentricity has completely vanished and Jack Sparrow is bordering on self-parody. The direction is clunky, the visuals are drab, the characters are lacklustre, the comedy falls flat and the action sequences are woefully unimaginative.
Perplexing that a film as insipid as this is currently the most expensive ever made. Evidently the money wasn't spent where it really mattered.