I watched “Dead Man’s Chest” with my sister last Saturday, although I almost wished we hadn’t.

Because while it distracted us for two entertaining hours, it is so bleedingly obvious that “Dead Man’s Chest” is nothing but a money maker; a bridge to the concluding volume; a movie I felt was only made because trilogies seems to be the thing to make these days.

It adds almost nothing to the plot, beyond the whole “heart of Davy Jones” bit. The character interaction is basically a blueprint copy of the same in “Curse”. And Knightley and Bloom can still be out-acted by 16-year-olds.

So I come to the conclusion that if I gave most of the Star Wars movies mediocre ratings, I can’t be any kinder to this load of offal. 5.0/10.

But at least it helped me set a new record: 64 (or possibly 65) movies in six moths.