Awesome. If I’d known there were giant turtles in it, I’d’ve found a way to see it sooner. It doesn’t quite have the epic scope of “Laurence of Arabia” but it has just as few speaking roles for women. The nitty gritty of life at sea is better depicted here than in any other nautical movie I’ve seen, I think. I loved the doctor and the one-armed kid (and Crowe, of course) but those were really the only developed characters. When the other ship is handed to the dude with the scar I’m sure that was supposed to move us in some way, but I didn’t even know his name, even as the crew was “hip hip hooray-ing” him. But that is nit-picking. A great love story between science and muscle — it deserves its upcoming Oscar for best picture. Hope Weir stays on for the sequel.