Renny Harlin’s 1995 bomb comes midway, both chronologically and qualitatively, between Roman Polanski’s fascinatingly bad Pirates (1986) and this year’s Pirates Of The Caribbean (reviewed on p141). Whether casting Geena Davis as the head swashbuckler on this treasure hunt was post-feminist revisionism or sheer vanity (she’s Harlin’s wife) is for you to decide. Either way, it doesn’t work. Looks nice, though, in a theme park way.
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