I resisted "Avatar" last winter. Wouldn't shell out the bucks to go see it on the big screen. And applauded when "The Hurt Locker" beat it out for Best Picture. Mainly because I'm sick of CGI, "computer-generated imagery." CGI in movies strikes me as a fundamental gyp, fakery that leaves honest, adult story-telling behind for the sake of teenage thrills and debilitating fantasy. Shorthand: I'm old.
Finally ran out of anything else to gawk at, so we watched "Avatar" (minus the 3-D, thank goodness, and don't get me started on that newest fad).
Okay, I was impressed by the "Avatar" landscape and was moved emotionally by the story.
Even though the ending was pure romantic hogwash. No indigenous race/culture is going to beat the military-industrial complex. Planet-killing is our destiny now, and I'm afraid that Mother worship and the binding of our feely threads of being with the feely threads of life around us ain't gonna defeat superior fire-power (and if you don't know what I'm talking about, it's because you haven't seen the movie).
The plot of "Avatar" is pure hokum, straight out of 1930s Johnny Weismuller Tarzan movies, wherein greedy gold hunters exploited the natives for wealth and finally got their comeuppance from stampeding elephants, etc. The greedy human impulses of 1936 got exhiliratingly defeated by Nature and the Natural Man (we know him by his loincloth and his faithful companion Cheetah). Just like in "Avatar."
I admit to the power of that tale as a fantasy. And wish to God it could be true.