You can't beat this one for its nonsensical exuberance. Ever since Harry Potter pranced into our juvenile fantasies, films chronicling the adventures of the brash and bold have filled our senses.

"Pirates Of The Caribbean" worked because of its principal actor's whacky panache. If anything, Johnny Depp is even more whackier in the sequel.

Depp sweeps across the film's hefty horizon in swash-buckling movements creating a bizarre bazaar of flying objects that happen to be human beings rolling down steep mountains and yawning valleys.

This is a film that requires the audience to drown in fantasy. You cannot question its authenticity. And each time the sensible Will Turner (Orlando Bloom) turns around with a bewildered expression to wonder what on earth is going on, the plot shuts him out with one more hijinks.

It all adds up to a carnival of excessive extravaganza. Director Gore Verbinksi doesn't try to control the volume of vibrancy. He knows the narration is a cut above the wrist. Anything even marginally below will suck the blood out of the flamboyant tale.

This feisty flick takes pot shots at the adventure and yet remains true to it.

Deep is deliberately effeminate in his opulent overtures. Maybe he just wanted to let his hair down without exposing the baldness of the bawdy saga. He's fitted into a corset that's tailored for machismo. The other principal actors Orlando Bloom and Keira Knightley are subtle and sexy respectively.

Much of the spirited journey into the dark side of fable-land is punctuated by cartoonish violence. It could be a put-off if you didn't know that the pirate isn't serious.