I jumped on the bandwagon this weekend:
I finally saw Avatar.
Was it visually stunning? Yes.
Was it the OMG BEST MOVIE EVER? No.
In fact, I liked it better when it released before, otherwise known as Disney’s Pocahontas.
No lie; it’s practically the same story. Men come to a strange new world to take its resources despite the protest from its native inhabitants. Lone male with an attitude gets lost in wilderness and meets native girl, tries to befriend her, gets dragged to village by native girl’s cranky boyfriend to meet daddy, who happens to be the chief. Guy learns their ways while trying to woo native girl. Outsiders attack, blah, blah, blah. Long story short, I was practically waiting for home girl to burst out singing Colors of the Wind. There was even a freaking magical willow tree!
It was like James Cameron was watch Pocahontas with his kids and half way through, he jumps off the couch yelling: “You know what would make this better? Half Naked Blue People! In Space! With Sigourney Weaver!”
Seriously, this is what Cameron’s been doing since Titanic?