I'm not sure why I was not excited when I saw the first trailer for James Cameron's Avatar. I've always loved his work and being that I'm a movie addict and a big fan of special effects, I should have been all over this one. Maybe it was because I thought it would be too much special effects and not enough plain old good script writing and fine acting. I've often seen good writing and acting fall to the wayside in favor of the latest special effects technology. At any rate, when I began seeing severe right-wing and religious publications slamming Avatar as racist, and finally at the prodding of my brilliant husband, I bought tickets at the the closest full digital cinema and we went to see the movie yesterday in 3-D.
I was worried at the prospect of sitting in the theater seat for 161 minutes as I've been dealing with some health issues that make it difficult to stay in any one position, except horizontal, for any length of time. For the first time in months, I completely forgot I was in pain for almost 3 hours. When the first main character appeared on screen, I was so distracted by his closeness and solid presence that I thought I'd have trouble following the story line. When Sigourney Weaver made her entrance ( I say "entrance" as opposed to appearance because it felt as if she walked right into the room with me) I had the urge to jump up from my seat and gush " Ms Weaver,..I am your biggest fan...".
The 3D effects are nothing short of spectacular. The writing is solid and even original, though the moral of the story is an old one, that our race (human) *should* know by now. I was touched and saddened by scenes that were obvious nods to my own ancestors, the native American-Indians.
If you miss this movie on the big screen and in 3-D, You are missing out. James Cameron gave us one heck of a Christmas present this year. The amount of work that went into this production is unfathomable. This is the sort of achievement that will lead others in Cameron's field to do one of two things,....step up their game considerably, or lay down their cards and go back to school.