Has none of the charm or wit of Curse of the Black Pearl. Dead Man’s Chest is the ultimate filler film, a series of extravagant set pieces adding up to very little worth or coherance. Johnny Depp shamelessly plays up to the camera every step of the way. You can perfectly imagine the screenwriters trying to think of different ways to pander to the audience’s simplest needs; Captain Jack Sparrow acting silly getting dumbed down laughs. A grave disappointment, considering the filmmakers had a great setup to work from, more money to spend, and all the principal actors back on board. Then again, when have those attributes ever been reliable for producing a quality product?