Delphi: Why It Matters (TV Movie 2010)

Delphi: Why It Matters: The site of the famous Oracle, Delphi spanned two great c.

“I am nearly fifty years old. A sober grown man. With children. Children with whom I have now sat through hundreds of movies. Many of which I have enjoyed. And I am not completely hardened in my sophistication. The opening music to The Lion King brought tears to my eyes when my little ones were but wee tots. But still, these are after all just childrenu0026#39;s movies. In another life, I would never have seen them. And, really, one canu0026#39;t take such movies too seriously, can one?u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003eAnd so, this summer, after the ritual badgering, I dutifully trudged into yet another Disney u0026quot;adventureu0026quot; movie. Named after that tired old ride in Anaheim I first went on in 1965. I mean really, how much can you expect?u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003eAnd then, it happened. The swirling intoxication. The stunned feeling. What? Who? How? Was this a movie? Or a religious experience? Perhaps more like an addictive experience…u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003eI cannot remember ever willingly paying to see any movie not starring a relative of mine more than twice, and I can count those movies on one hand. I have now seen u0026quot;Piratesu0026quot; four times. The only thing keeping me from seeing it again is the sense that this whole thing is just getting out of hand. I cannot get enough of it. Itu0026#39;s like walking into a painting that you never want to come back out of. My children ask, with a note of concern in their voices, u0026quot;Dad, you really like Pirates of the Caribbean a lot, donu0026#39;t you?u0026quot;u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003eAnd that Depp fellow. My God. I never had any idea who he was, but his name sounded like something created for a pubescent cover-boy for magazines published to hook thirteen year-old girls on make-up and bad music. Wasnu0026#39;t Depp the name of some hair-goo product back in the 60s?u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003eI am a straight male. I have several good friends who are gay, but have never fantasized about any gender but the female. But now I understand how women can experience swooning crushes on male film stars. He is simply extraordinary. So sly, so seductive, so canny! I read an interview in which Depp said he went through a slight depression when he had to stop playing Captain Jack Sparrow. I can see why. His inventiveness and sheer pleasure in inhabiting the character come through in every frame. How can I admit to my children that I now troll through fan websites about a former teen heart-throb?u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003eI often donu0026#39;t even watch the Academy Awards, and I certainly never have any emotional investment in who wins.u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003eExcept for this year.u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003eGo Jack.u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003eAnd, in a time when many big-budget movies are little more than a hodge-podge of loosely- connected u0026quot;money shotsu0026quot; this movie puts all the pieces together, with a sense of fun and light-heartedness in special effects that are simply dazzling. I find myself laughing with dizzy appreciation when Barbossa barks out, u0026quot;Youu0026#39;d best be believing in ghost stories, Miss Turner, youu0026#39;re in one!u0026quot; and the grinning skeletons come into view, with Badeltu0026#39;s pounding score keeping time to the beat of their maniacal deck-swabbing. And then thereu0026#39;s the scene of the pirate-ghouls slithering up from the darkened sea on the mooring cables of the Dauntless, like infernal cats stalking their prey.u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003eAnd now to the music. I can just hear the effete aesthetes dismissing this score, as Mr. Zimmerman anticipates with his winking u0026quot;overproduced byu0026quot; credit on the cover-liner. u0026quot;Bombastic.u0026quot; u0026quot;Overdone.u0026quot; u0026quot;Absurdly Stupendous.u0026quot;u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003eWell, perhaps it is, for those who spend their lives evaluating such things. To me, it is absolutely transporting. I first listened to it while doing a work-out on a rowing machine and found that I tripled my usual distance. It was like mainlining some hazardous tachycardic amphetamine.u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003eOnce again, the children were wondering, u0026quot;Whatu0026#39;s up with Daddy? Is he OK?u0026quot;u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003ePerhaps I am just losing my grip, having an adolescent movie get to me this way. But when those final credits roll, and Captain Jack narrows his eyes and says, u0026quot;Now, bring me that horizon. Drink up me hearties, yo hou0026quot; and the music swells … it is difficult to put into words the effect it has.u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003eAt this point my children have to yank me forcibly from the theater, lest I persist in watching the credits to the bitter end, and bid good-bye to the little monkey once more, wiping tears of exultation from my eyes.u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003eThis is not just another u0026quot;entryu0026quot; in the summer blockbust sweepstakes. It is an exquisite work of fantasy and inventiveness, a true classic, on the order of u0026quot;The Wizard of Oz.u0026quot; I do hope Deppu0026#39;s performance garners not just awards, but a place in the pantheon, something we old fogies — and our gently fogeying children decades hence — will show to our children and grandchildren like a revealed treasure. I cannot recall any movie having such an effect on me.”