Saturday, January 16, 2010
The one where Avatar makes her barf…
I've been wanting to see Avatar since it came out. My kids have seen it. My friends have seen it. Everyone said it was exactly the kind of movie I would love.
And they were right. . .except for one teensy, weensy problem.
The 3-D made me ill. Literally.
Halfway through the movie, I started feeling like I was going to hurl. It only got worse. By the time it was over (it's nearly 3 hours long), I couldn't even stand up straight. I kept bouncing between the wall and my dad on the walk out to the car. Good thing I wasn't the designated driver. I'm sure people thought I'd started drinking a little too early in the day.
I felt nauseated and hung over the rest of the day. (We'd gone to the first showing at noon.)
But anyway—here's my review of Avatar. My Dad & I went on a daddy/daughter date to see it. I was sooooo excited. I haven't been on a daddy/daughter date in years and years and years.
The trouble with seeing a movie with your dad? You notice every swear word. Even the ones that usually fly by you. And the partially clothed natives on Pandora? I held my breath a few times, hoping there were no wardrobe malfunctions. It was a tad embarrassing.
The storyline was fairly predictable—the mean white humans tried to take over the good blue aliens' planet. One human goes in as a spy, falls in love with the princess, becomes a hero. Blah, blah, blah. Nothing new here, but it was good for the type of show that it was. I enjoyed it.
I thought the battle scenes went on a little too long. You knew what was going to happen in the end, so why prolong it? Maybe that was for the guys.
The 3-D and all the special effects and camera/CGI work? ABSOLUTELY AMAZING!!! For that alone, I'm glad I saw it. My guess is it's going to win some awards. Visually stunning.
I recommend it with the reminder that it is PG-13. Expect swearing, barely there clothing, and lots of violence. If you're an adult, go before you let your kids see it. And definitely, watch it in 3-D. It's worth it even if it makes you woozy.
And my dad? Well, he didn't get up and walk out—and now he wants to learn how to do 3-D movies himself.