Pirates of the Caribbean

The sole reason a female co-worker wanted to see Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest was Johnny Depp. She wanted to wallow in the sheer irresistable hotness of Depp.
Now, I may not share in her drooling admiration of Johnny Depp but I will say this: The only reason to see this over-the-top sequel is to witness the nutty and brilliant performance of Mr. Depp, an actor known for his odd but critically acclaimed choices.
Many a critic has made note that Depp is not one to star in such an obvious summer blockbuster as this movie, with eye-popping special effects, swashbuckling action and the photogenic Orlando Bloom and the stunning Keira Knightley.
No, Depp has always zigged while others have zagged. And this movie, as surprising a move as it may appear, may be Depp's own way of zigging.
His performance is an uncompromising one. He switches with a feminine swagger and speaks with a drunken slur, his eyes a little crazed and a little sane all at the same time.
And it is his performance that saves this sequel from totally sucking, for whenever Depp is on the screen, the movie feels a bit fresher than the cog in the Hollywood machine that it really is.
That's truly an achievement.
And let's be honest. It's nice to see Depp kick loose and have fun as Jack Sparrow, throwing all notions of what a pirate should or should not be out of the proverbial window.
Okay, I'll say it. Johnny Depp is pretty hot.