Maria ❄️’s review published on Letterboxd:
Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest reminds of Battle of the Five Armies, the finale to The Hobbit. Gone are the confidence and the adventure. This installment is big, loud and has too little story to cover the entirety of its runtime. Jack Sparrow is back and this time, he’s seeking to settle a debt with Davy Jones, a half-dead pirate made out of tentacles. Jones steals the show from Jack because he intimidates with his look and moving tentacles, and Jack isn’t given much to do beyond running around and acting like a complete idiot. His elusive confidence seems to be gone, too, and his antics don’t supplement the story anymore; they have become the story. Likewise, Will and Elizabeth are no more than accessories. The world around them is as awe-inspiring as ever, but they get lost in the bigness and seem to hardly matter now. I expected the same sense of romance and adventure that Curse of the Black Pearl had to offer. Instead, I got the kind of film that tries to make up for substance with mind-numbing destruction.