more of the same about Avatar
It's a good thing I was warned about how awful the move is, or I wouldn't have been able to sit through as much of it as I was.
Most of my real-time critical reactions were comparisons with other inexcusable works. Silent Running and Rendezvous with Rama had terrific settings in which to put a story; I wish someone had. Starship Troopers is another where they spent so much on the special effects that they only had 75¢ left for the script.
Despite all the handicapping I tried to give it, it terminally jumped the shark for me when the princess, besides having fashionable braided hair extenders, and weird aboriginal crap always covering her tits, had EAR PLUGS. The Matrix is one of my benchmarks of the despising sense of sci fi. Hundreds of years from now, the coolest people in the world will look like the hipster wannabes wished they looked like six months ago. If we could harness the energy in the rising of the gorge, it would ease the energy deficit.
And for the last gag-me-with-an-impossible-ecology-topography-geology straw, everybody's touch-feely tendrils are interchangeable!?!? The entire biosphere has a single standardized interface?!?! I haven't been so revolted since (is it Ammonite I'm thinking of?) the acclaimed how does-the-lost-colony-of-women-reproduce novel finally reveals - - - they gaze soulfully into each others' eyes.
I gave up when the bulldozers hit the albino willow with all the mama juju.
I'm out of exclamation points.
Oh, yeah, the stuff that wasn't wildly overdone had a lot of pretty.
Most of my real-time critical reactions were comparisons with other inexcusable works. Silent Running and Rendezvous with Rama had terrific settings in which to put a story; I wish someone had. Starship Troopers is another where they spent so much on the special effects that they only had 75¢ left for the script.
Despite all the handicapping I tried to give it, it terminally jumped the shark for me when the princess, besides having fashionable braided hair extenders, and weird aboriginal crap always covering her tits, had EAR PLUGS. The Matrix is one of my benchmarks of the despising sense of sci fi. Hundreds of years from now, the coolest people in the world will look like the hipster wannabes wished they looked like six months ago. If we could harness the energy in the rising of the gorge, it would ease the energy deficit.
And for the last gag-me-with-an-impossible-ecology-topography-geology straw, everybody's touch-feely tendrils are interchangeable!?!? The entire biosphere has a single standardized interface?!?! I haven't been so revolted since (is it Ammonite I'm thinking of?) the acclaimed how does-the-lost-colony-of-women-reproduce novel finally reveals - - - they gaze soulfully into each others' eyes.
I gave up when the bulldozers hit the albino willow with all the mama juju.
I'm out of exclamation points.
Oh, yeah, the stuff that wasn't wildly overdone had a lot of pretty.