Eff You, Cameron!
I’m not a curmudgeon (yet) but I have to say that the hooplah about Avatar has brought out the worst in me. Whenever I hear such massive outpourings of adoration and people bordering on religious fervour over a film or band, it makes me dig my heels in and almost determine not to like the damn thing.
The most immediately obvious example, coincidentally, was Titanic. I evaded seeing it for at least two years after its release, on a whim at the video shop, and I was completely and utterly justified. It was the worst kind of schlock imaginable and I think history has borne out that appraisal – you don’t often hear anyone nowadays going on about that magic cinema experience that was shit Irish accents, slightly dodgy special effects and a plot so thin and romantic, it could be a cousin of Russel Brand.
I might not go and see Avatar, while the barrage goes on, we’ll see. the thing is, I’m the worst at watching sci-fi stuff – I’m far far too deeply rooted in reality to be able to suspend belief for two hours or more.
