So I rewatched James Cameron’s “Avatar” again the other day. I have to say, 9 years removed from my initial love affair with the movie, it doesn’t quite hold up as well for me as it did in 2009. From then to around mid-2010, I was obsessed with Avatar. I saw it in theaters five times, the only movie I’ve seen more than once in the theater. I bought the soundtrack. I joined an Avatar forum to discuss the world and the culture. I even talked to my mother in Na’vi for a few weeks.
But here I am in my late 30s and it’s just not the same film. It’s still visually impressive, but even that is showing some age. I can see the seams, so to speak, where the compositers overlaid CG with physical effects. The CG never 100% fooled me into thinking it was real, but now even less so. I also scoff a little more at the story than I used to. It’s clear it’s very derivative, and the acting is fairly stiff and wooden in sequences. It really is basically “Pocahontas” meets “Dances with Wolves” in spaaaaace. I mean come on, the natives even have horses. I mean sure, they’re space horses with six legs and a seahorse face, but come on. And why do they use bows? Why do they do war chants and woops like Native American tribes?
That isn’t to say I don’t still enjoy watching it. Some parts still get me emotionally, like the end with Neytiri holding Jake in her arms, but it’s not the cavalcade of tears I had almost a decade ago. A lot of the magic is gone, and maybe some of it has to do with Cameron dragging his feet on the sequel(s). He announced them, what, six years ago? Is he even making them? When are they coming out? Are they even coming out? After awhile, even a diehard fan like me gets tired of waiting. Cameron’s ego may be starting to get the better of him, I think.
I still want to go to Pandora, but not to stay there. Maybe just a week’s vacation.