I'm presently much, much too sleepy to be particularly articulate, but I will say that I liked Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest quite a lot, even more than the first film. Byron met us at the googleplex, temporarily setting aside his vow to never again watch a film in anyway associated with Jerry Bruckheimer. Of course, my favourite part of the whole affair was Davy Jones and his crew, and the Kraken. I suppose that goes without saying. And I was so enchanted by Naomie Harris' swamp witch, Tia Dalma, that she almost overwhelmed my notorous Jack Sparrow fetish. Great fun, all round, and stunning visuals. I would pay to see it again in the theatre. These days, that's one of the highest compliments I can pay a movie. And I'm very much looking forward to the third film.
I promised photos of the "pet sematary" shrine thing that we stumbled upon yesterday evening, and here they are (behind the cut). Unfortunately, we didn't get a shot of the whole thing, just the major arcana. I think there must have been at least ten figures in all. It was an oval, enclosed in wrought iron, maybe three feet across at its widest point.
The singing chicken is clearly in charge of things.
I think this pathetic one-eared bunny creeped me out most of all.