Avatar – The Rantening
What. The. Hell.
Ok, I should probably mention that Avatar is pretty. It’s really pretty. In fact, it’s almost too aware of its own prettiness. Like a woman who is aware she it stunning and uses every opportunity to draw attention to her looks, Avatar is almost obnoxious in how badly it wants to shove its spectacular alien vistas in your face at every turn.
It’s a sci-fi movie, and they use that convenient excuse to make every damn thing in the movie as beautiful as possible. Moss that lights up as you walk on it? Check. Ethereal jellfish seed things? Check. Glowing plantlife that caresses you as you walk through it? Check. Floating mountains? Check. It’s cool at first but after a while it becomes too artificial, too designed for visual appeal.
And it’s not just the visuals that feel contrived. It’s the plotline. Imagine if a Hippy and a stereotypical DnD Druid raised a child, and that child went on to direct a movie. ‘Cause you get the NATURE IS AWESOME HUMANITY IS GREEDY EVIL WE MUST BECOME ONE WITH NATURE message shoved down your throat with all the finesse of a rhinoceros driving a steamroller. At every turn the movie uses the “it’s sci-fi!” justification to load up the story with contrived plot-devices to support the hippy message.
The basic idea of the avatar bodies is neat. But then we get the fact that all living things on the alien planet have the ability to mind-meld. So now, when the hippy aliens (who are essentially blue American Indians) spout their one-with-mother-earth philosophy, it’s real! Still not awful, but they aren’t done yet! Because there is also a sacred tree. Which stores the alien’s ancestors’ memories. But wait, the sacred tree can also transfer consciousnesses between a human body and the vat-grown avatar bodies. Which the aliens know how to do when the need arises, because hey, that’s a scenario they encounter in their day-to-day lives. And the alien memory tree can interface with a human body because hey, it’s all the same, right?
Oh, and there is a “flux warp” (seriously, was that the best name you guys could come up with?) in the area of the tree. Which means the humans who rebel and decide to help the aliens can hide out there where the sensors can’t detect them. And, when the final showdown between the aliens on their pterodactyls and the humans in their gunships happens, the humans can’t use their sophisticated guidance systems, they must rely on line of sight so as to give the alien dudes a fighting chance with their bows and arrows.
Oh, and nature ‘hears’ their plea and rallies the wildlife to help them. And there is a legend of a super-pterodactyl riding hero, which is great when the protagonist is cast aside and needs to earn back the alien’s trust. SERIOUSLY, could the plot get any more self-indulgent? And in the end, the humans who came to the planet to mine a substance that is worth a metric fuckton of cash are sent packing, and of course won’t return and bombard the forest from space. And the hero gets to become an alien and live happily ever after making alien babies. Hooray! A victory for nature! Puke.
The plot was fundamentally the same as the Last Samurai (and any other ‘westerner meets noble savages, integrates, help them fight other westerners’ plots), except I actually liked the Last Samurai, for all that it had its own indulgences. At least in TLS the samurai all get mowed down in the end in a hopeless charge against superior technology, convincing the Emperor through their commitment to their principles even unto death instead of a convenient “flux warp”. Hell, if we’re comparing those types of plots, I liked Ferngully more, and that was a Disney cartoon.
Most disappointing movie of the year, for me.











