Although visually impressive, At World's End is a bitter disappointment considering how fresh and exciting the crew was just a few years ago.

Not for the logically minded or the seasick prone, the film, like its two predecessors, is a dizzing concoction of multiple simultaneous stories taking place either in the real world or anybody's unhinged imagination, take your pick.

For a long time -- although definitely not all the way to the interminable finale of this whale of a nautical exercise -- you're likely to enjoy what you'll see

When it hits, it is absolutely the best of the three films, but when it misses, it is endlessly tedious.

Yo ho ho and a bottle of regulations!...has the soul of a three-hour U.N. committee meeting. Gods' bodkins, me hearties, this movie blows like a whale from the vasty deep.

POTC: At World's End strives for epic-ness, but it's not an epic. It's fluff. And fluff should never, ever exceed more than 1 hour and 47 minutes, including end credits.

The best in the series.

Jerry Bruckheimer hasn’t produced a movie this undignified since Pearl Harbor -- that cornucopia of corn and bombast, where he ransacked history and sullied patriotism.

The wild, unstoppable commercial success of the Pirates franchise has freed Verbinski to spend a lot of time on flights of fancy and mythological asides.

It is not a great film, but it captures an innocence rarely seen in theaters, let alone in mega-hyped summer blockbusters.