We just saw Avatar
In 3D. It was visually very, very impressive. It's been described as "Dances With Wolves in space" which is pretty accurate. It's also a bit of war-criticism, a bit of every Disney movie ever made, and a bit of Oh, Come On With The Foreseeable Plot!. Still, a very good movie. Absolutely worth the money, and this is coming from someone who really hasn't understood why James Cameron has been allowed to make movies before. The special effects were stunning, the imagination someone has had with that movie was equally stunning, the plot was ok, but let's face it. At 9 months pregnant tomorrow, there was this one certain point in this over 2-hour movie after which all I could think about was how damn long it was going to take me to get to go to the bathroom again. Stop head-butting my bladder kid.
Okay, so I thought the movie was good, but every single man I know thinks it is the most awesome thing since internet and free porn. I've been wondering a bit about it, but then Sami let something slip when I asked him what he liked about Avatar that gave it all away: I loved it! It felt like Braveheart from time to time!
Braveheart? The movie that makes all men on Earth cry? (I've never seen it, probably never will because I don't need to see crap that makes grown men sob) Are you kidding me? Were you crying? Was someone crying? There was actual male crying involved in this movie night and I missed it?! I could've had footage of grown men reaching for their handkerchiefs and I fucking missed it?
Only after that revelation did it occur to me that after all this time, all these years that I've spent avoiding Braveheart, I just spent over 2 hours watching Braveheart in space? Crap. I've been used.