The first: Avatar. I read Ebert’s review of it last week, and he compared it to when he first saw Star Wars. I can’t say it was that good, and certainly only time will tell if Avatar holds up, but I did enjoy the movie immensely. Technically, very nice. Plot-wise, about what you’d expect from “Dances with Wolves” set on an alien moon. Avatar is breath-taking and thunderous and brimming with gob-smackingly beautiful special effects, and is only a little sickly sweet. I do wonder if a sequel will be titled “Avatars.”
The second film was my son’s request this evening, and ironically enough, Star Wars Episode I, The Phantom Menace. I can’t say enough bad things about this movie and the two follow-ons that Lucas excreted, and if I start bad-mouthing it I won’t be able to stop, so I have to use someone else’s words. After he first saw it, the Gibber remarked “That wasn’t a very good movie, daddy,” which made me smile.
The third: Yesterday my group at work saw Inglorious Basterds. I have a peculiar kind of impatience when it comes to Tarantino films, namely that I don’t truly appreciate the fine dialog until the gore ramps up and reminds me how good the movie was up until the point that the blood started flying, and yes, I close my eyes during some of the really bad bits. Overall: Meh. Bad people get what they deserve, so do some good people, and sometimes it just sucks to be in the line of fire. I get it, but I got it like three movies ago, too.
Finally, I was sick earlier this week and spent a day or so at home. I re-watched Star Trek, and it was still a blast. I’m hoping the genre has been successfully rebooted, and I hope they re-make The Trouble with Tribbles.