Avatar: Okay, I'm Going Out On A LImb Here

Avatar was unimpressive. There, I said it. The second bad thing I've said this week, if you ignore all the F words.
Yeah, Avatar was really pretty and charming. Like Fantasia was pretty and charming, so it's got that going for it, although a bit pricier. And it had lots of really, cool action, so my inner 14-year-old boy, Chad, liked it a lot.
The plot and the characters were ridiculous — that Gireen, c'mon, that kind of constant state of rage and any real person would have had a massive coronary about five minutes in — which I would have forgiven had it locked me in.
But it didn't. It just didn't. I tried to explain to a movie-loving friend what I felt about it and tried to recall what other movie was just great until I got home and realized I had forgotten everything about it. Then this reviewer reminded me. It was The Matrix.

"I think there are aspects of being human that a movie like Avatar wants to collude with its viewers in denying—aspects of need and of unfixable brokenness."

He puts way too much weight on the movie, in my opinion. I can live without unfixed brokenness. If I have to. Cameron didn't have to make Children of God, for G's sake.
Avatar is about as harmless as any contemporary entertainment can be these days. I don't have to get all philosophical about it. (I bet James Cameron isn't either.) I liked Nemo and whatever those other ones were about the New York zoo animals and Ice Age (not Ice Age Two).
And it really pissed me off that Cameron stole the buff, vaguely Hispanic female copter pilot right out of Alien, I or II, I can't remember. He stole Sigourney Weaver, too, but she's way past the underwear stage that would have pleased Chad.
I'd probably go see it again at IMAX, cuz the visuals are really marvelous and I missed a lot of detail.
I dunno, maybe it's just because I didn't get those cool 3-D glasses. Or maybe it is because I was supposed to just love it when, really, it registered at about a WallE.
Hope Where The Wild Things Are works better for me when we get around to it. I expect it will.

Second thought: After reading Filthy Critic's review, I think I'll just rent District 9 again.

Third thought: Of course you should go out on a limb, that's where all the fruit is.

Fourth thought: I am revising my Netflix list based on Filthy Critic because whoever's list I was using gave me two losers in a row, Goodbye, Solo and something else about two uninteresting people who have one night stand in San Francisco and bike around together afterwards, saying little and revealing nothing.