Oh Fine Fake Flower, I have chased you across the pavement as the cold howled. I have cornered you trembling in the wind, caught you in your moment of fatigue. Great Flower I have crossed the sidewalk, I did not care that the Mexicans laughed, wondered what I was doing scrambling with my cell phone pointed at the ground. Dear Flower, I salute you.THE OK OH MOVIE REVIEW: AVATAR EDITION
There are many knocks against a film like this and they must clutter the airwaves. Racist? The nine foot, blue, tail laden, cat eyed, four fingered noble savages singing like Ladysmith Black Mombazo, chanting like the Lion King and wearing their hair in the tourist's delight braid or fierce mohawk certainly harkens back to something more than vaguely tribal, whatever poison you choose. But to me, a late 20th Century North American White Guy nurtured at the tit of political correctness, this doesn't really hold too much water. It doesn't bother me anyhow. They had to look like something. And maybe there would have been an outcry if they had jewfros and favoured klezmer. Or buck teeth and played the banjo. Hard to say. What I do know, is that this film was far more an engrossing theater-going experience than I've had, perhaps ever. Not the best film I've seen, but maybe in its pulpy, purely metaphorical action-story way, one of the most effective. Unobtanium is a pretty lick of a goofy name though.
Extra Review Addendum 1: According to some in my household, Sam Worthington is the next heart throb. According to others, Giovanni Ribisi is the next great bit player. Sigourney Weaver and Stephen Lang are classic yin yang foils and whoever played the lady big blue alien lead, is undoubtedly hot stuff in real life.
Extra Review Addendum 2: This movie will undoubtedly be over-loved. I am over loving it myself, but privately. Remember, it is best to over love things in the closet, no matter what your therapist says.
There are many knocks against a film like this and they must clutter the airwaves. Racist? The nine foot, blue, tail laden, cat eyed, four fingered noble savages singing like Ladysmith Black Mombazo, chanting like the Lion King and wearing their hair in the tourist's delight braid or fierce mohawk certainly harkens back to something more than vaguely tribal, whatever poison you choose. But to me, a late 20th Century North American White Guy nurtured at the tit of political correctness, this doesn't really hold too much water. It doesn't bother me anyhow. They had to look like something. And maybe there would have been an outcry if they had jewfros and favoured klezmer. Or buck teeth and played the banjo. Hard to say. What I do know, is that this film was far more an engrossing theater-going experience than I've had, perhaps ever. Not the best film I've seen, but maybe in its pulpy, purely metaphorical action-story way, one of the most effective. Unobtanium is a pretty lick of a goofy name though.
Extra Review Addendum 1: According to some in my household, Sam Worthington is the next heart throb. According to others, Giovanni Ribisi is the next great bit player. Sigourney Weaver and Stephen Lang are classic yin yang foils and whoever played the lady big blue alien lead, is undoubtedly hot stuff in real life.
Extra Review Addendum 2: This movie will undoubtedly be over-loved. I am over loving it myself, but privately. Remember, it is best to over love things in the closet, no matter what your therapist says.
1 comment:
Your poem to the flower made me laugh. I really enjoyed Avatar, too. Especially all the stuff about nature.
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