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Avatar 3-D



We went to see Avatar 3-D on Friday. It was a packed house, and I can see why. Part Independence Day, a dollop of Myst, it isn't totally original. Think Dances With Aliens. But it is one Hell of a thrill ride. I had never seen anything in 3-D before and I must say, it was one amazing thing to watch. After a brief adjustment period I readily accepted it and truly felt transformed into a another world. Great CGI and if you have the chance see it in 3-D. I was under the impression that 3-D just incorporated a few scene to give you a thrill, so Avatar was a totally new experience for me. The 3-D effect was truly remarkable. I found myself reaching out for things.

I have never been a mass-market fan. Hated Star Wars when I saw it a hundred years ago. Same way with TV: top ten is usually moronic swill for the masses (except West Wing). I have always been an entertainment snob - Pan's Labyrinth is better than American Pie.

You will read that Avatar is banal, simplistic, cartoonish. Some of that is true, but go anyway. You will read that it is ushering in a new way to create movies. Go anyway. You will hear it called 'Dances With Aliens', go anyway. You will read that it has messages about Iraq/Afghanistan, terrorism and today's green movement. Go anyway.

There were four of us and it was unanimous. Fun, exciting, thrilling, with good guys you cared for and bad guys you rooted against. Go and be transported.

It was the first time I had ever heard loud applause from the audience when the movie was over.

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