“Avatar: my little cream soda, oh-well, oh-well!”
(with a minimum of spoilers, at that) I’ve briefly encountered the criticisms related to Avatar , which were typically founded on reasonable observations. It’s true, there’s a science fiction story called The Martian Princess , and it’s true there’s a movie called Fern Gully , another one called Dances With Wolves ; it is so, that many elements of said stories echo loudly within the 3-D enhanced cinema plexes of those familiar with them, who yearned for the mind-staggering visuals to be presented in context of a more original story. I follow you: you wanted the narrative to surprise you the way soaring down a cliff on those reptilian banshees might take one’s breath away. You didn’t want to predict the love interest, the climax, or the treachery within the first half hour. Maybe you wanted something with more intricate characters, or for that Mega Gulp soda not to make you feel as though the Elf With a Gun stopped to jump up and down on your bladder for the last half hour (get th...