Dead Man’s Chest is a good film.
When my little brother was 4 he became obsessed with it. He watched it everyday, sometimes twice.
At first I thought it was simply OK. With time I came to detest it. Eventually I was so deep in the rabbit hole I no longer knew where I ended and Dead Man’s Chest began. I began to see the smaller details, appreciate the craft of each individual scene. Appreciated Jack Sparrow as an agent of chaos in a world demanding order.
Maybe I should go and see The Rise of Skywalker again.