Timothy Lawrence’s review published on Letterboxd:
That one pirate losing his head in order to catch the empty chest (i.e., sans heart) is some Star Wars-level symbolism hiding in plain sight. The whole film is built around such ingenious conceptual puns – the wheel of fortune, the moral compass, Isla Cruces (isle of crosses), etc.
Speaking of hiding in plain sight, the way the monkey runs straight to Barbossa’s boots in the first scene at Tia Dalma’s shack is a delightful bit of foreshadowing.
Curse of the Black Pearl is a good-looking film, but I am always gobsmacked by how much better Dead Man’s Chest looks. The creature designs, the sets, the colors… it’s absolutely gorgeous.
There should be more scenes of exposition during which a drunken James Norrington is vomiting in the background the whole time. He'd steal this movie is not for Cutler Beckett, who would steal it if not for Davy Jones, who would steal it if the three leads weren't all given such compelling arcs, and so forth. Simply an embarrassment of riches.
P.S. Zimmer Dead Man's Chest organs > Zimmer Interstellar organs