A movie needs space. Both in terms of its projection surface and narratively. For the rest, a couch and those televisions that would have liked to become a cinema screen are enough. The word home theater is a scam. At best it is: the well in which sits the proverbial frog that knows nothing about the sea. Gore Verbinski's “Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End”, the third part of the errant series that hit cinemas in Germany under the very German title “Pirates of the Caribbean” 21 years ago, knows something about the sea.
