What Johnny Depp has been up to the last few years can no longer be referred to as acting – but rather a blend of
performing arts and circus antics. He seems to be above the normal measures and has shifted toward a genre of his own.
At times, he slips into a world created by J.D.:
It’s an individual form of art, absolutely worth a second look. Part III of PoC needs this world of J.D., J.D., and again J.D..
He lies, betrays, gambles, he dances and swaggers, delivers a show of seductive glances and “faggotive” gestures, this way he’s unique and inconceivably pretty.
Ode to Johnny Depp.
He plays the ultimate amoral bad ass – to the last extremity, most importantly, there has to be enough rum.
J.D. is somehow sexy, but an adequate description is not possible, man and mascara is an oxymoron. Permanent inebriation
is not very pleasant in real life, generally not attractive for us women – nevertheless Cpt. Sparrow melts our hearts.
J.D. as Cpt. Sparrow touches the heart of cinema, knows its function, and ensorcel – things that belong to the big screen,
a phenomenal creature, this Jack Sparrow.
P.S.: Part III of PoC should show the Godfather of drunken swaggering and black mascara: Keith Richards as Pa Sparrow.