For all the laudatory acclaim justly being heaped on Johnny Depp for
his invention of the character of Captain Jack Sparrow in the Pirates of the Caribbean films (or the first one at least — let’s not talk about the distended and soulless affair that was Dead Man’s Chest), one must not forget his canon of misbegotten, period piece twaddle, films like The Man Who Cried and Chocolat. It’s into this category, after all, which director Laurence Dunmore’s The Libertine falls. For the full review, from IGN, click here.