Visual Porn


Like real porn, light on the plot.

That’s the gist of how I feel now that I’ve finally watched Avatar.  It’s a visually stunning film.  I can only imagine how incredible it must be in 3D after seeing it tonight on our big-screen TV!

The entire world that was created calls out to your eyeballs in a myriad of lush colors.  It’s saturated with green during the day and then glows like the bottom of the ocean at night.  The CGI alien Na’vi move with a lean, loping grace, and their faces are wonderfully expressive.  Plus, you can actually see the actors’ faces underneath the alien bone structure.

All that aside, for three hours’ worth of movie, by the end, I found myself trying to figure out how the movie was going to keep my attention.  I mean, I had already called everything about the plot, so not a darned thing surprised me.  What?  I saw Pocahantas, and I remember how that ended.  Avatar was the same basic scenario, just with giant blue aliens instead of Native Americans.  Even with the technological tricks, it was your average conqueror-seduced-by-the-native-culture-saves-the-day-and-sends-the-evil-conquistadors-packing.  Pocahantas meets Fern Gully plus some mature romance thrown in for kicks and giggles.

(And yes, I am still wondering why aliens reproduce the exact same way that humans do.  It was a miracle.)

The fact that one of the scientists was played by one of the interns on “Bones” cracked me up.  And Max looked like a former coworker of mine; I kept wanting to refer to him by my coworker’s name.  However, Sam Worthington’s American English accent kept slipping, and it was really distracting.  I can’t even imagine how hard it is to learn a new language and a new way of speaking your native one for the same movie, but accent bleedover is one of those things that just jumps out at me and drives me up the wall (it’s another reason to stop watching “The Mentalist” — neither Jane nor Rigsby can contain their native accents).

Overall, the movie was entertaining, and I’m glad I’ve seen it.  It set the bar in terms of new visual standards but in the end, it’s a love affair for the eyes, not the brain.

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About SouthernSugar

A Southern girl who's used to small town life, I found myself moving to Washington, DC, in 2008 for a new job, and living there was an eye-o
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