So after a grotesquely overindulgent burger-fest, Steve & I went to see Avatar. I don’t see many movies in the theater because my hips have been complete and apparently permanent assholes since I was a teen, but given that there is the whole “3-D” part of it, we gave it a whirl.
The story was a little hinkey in that we’ve heard it a bazillion times before (think of every “blockbuster put out in the last 10 years) though I did truly appreciate the fact that we as humans (oops, sorry, THE USA) were the asshats and the aliens were the better kind. It was a refreshing change for the norm.
So, despite the issues I had with the rehashed same old, same old story line, I have to say that the visuals, the lushness of the scenes, the sheer fucking beauty of it…….
Yeah, I loved it. I didn’t even notice it was almost three fucking hours long. Take it from a chick that has wonky hips and avoids theaters like the plague. It’s a really fucking fun ride. And how can you fault something that lets you turn around at any given time to look out to a room full of people wearing creepy Woody Allen-esque black framed glasses?
(And I TOTALLY want to be a hot blue chick running around half naked in a day-glow forest!!!!)