Red Band Rant: We'll Laugh At Avatar In 50 Years

By Mack Rawden 2009-12-21 13:07:26discussion comments
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In fifty years, Avatar will be fucking hilarious. Of course, by then, James Cameron will have died thinking he upgraded Ben-Hur and the majority of his dweeb brood wonít be able to admit theyíre wrong because those geezers will be too old to figure out the new-fangled ways peopleíll be using to communicate. If thereís any justice in the hereafter, Mystery Science Theater 3000 will unexpectedly return to mock and verbally humiliate this ill-conceived, beautiful piece of excrement shit out of technologyís pixel hole. Itís one thing for a movie to be awful, abysmal even; Avatar is MST3K bad, an effects-driven, horribly-dialogued debacle drunk on its own self-perceived awesomeness. Tacky and heartless, itís an indulgent Paris Fashion Week accessory, repackaged at 8.99 for the TJ Max Outlet. Your mom may just be disappointed, but Iím mad too. Mad James Cameron would waste his time on such pointless, soulless imitation art. At least the big stupid guffaws of generationsí tomorrow will bring me big stupid guffaws of comfort as I outlive every last one of you ignorant fucking sheep.

Now that sixty percent of this essayís readers have navigated back to their lolcats homepage, the remaining forty percent are either a) totally drinking my Kool Aid b) accruing more bile for future hatemails c) waiting it out to hear my support statements for this wild thesis. That means in order to please everyone I must now blaze through a facts-driven diatribe, laying out with unequivocal certainty the scientific facts behind why Avatar will be giggled at by your no-good, lousy great-great grand children. There should be swears too, you know, for the hatemail crowd.

But first, an analogy. Thereís a politics test over at OK Cupid which places you on a political spectrum atop some of the most influential movers and shakers of the last five hundred years. To avoid the normal trappings and biases, the test replaces political buzzwords and loaded questions with hypothetical statements to respond to using answers ranging from strongly agree to strongly disagree. One of the questions contains the following: one day a computer will write the greatest novel ever. Watching Avatar is like watching James Cameron resoundingly check strongly agree to the above statement, humorous since the filmís hollow shell of a premise seems to be unencumbered technologyís ruin of natural beauty.

Avatar is a nude painting done by an artist whoís never touched a woman. Itís relationship advice from the girl who married her first boyfriend. Itís life--from the Aspergers perspective. People interact with each other. They make decisions. Reasons behind these head-scratchers exist; theyíre just not for us to know. Here now are a few questions James Cameron has me wondering aboutÖ
Why does the main character talk like heís aping John Cena?

Why does the tribeís mother assign her own daughter to show Sam Worthington how to properly live like Indians? Doesnít she have minions for that?

Why is TsuíTey such a dick?

Why does Giovanni Ribisi sometimes feel bad for the blue guys and sometimes order his army to destroy their David The Gnome tree?

Why is that robot dude from Grandmaís Boy like the third lead for the first quarter of the movie, then a complete non-entity for an hour and a half, and then marginally important near the end? Why isnít he on Bones more often?

Does this tree seriously have the fucking power to transfer life from one being to another?

You have to fight your own pterodactyl for dominance?

Sam Worthington is really the one chosen to ride that crazy beast? Heís an outsider. Wouldnít this fact make the Naívi suspicious of their own training methods seeing as how not one warrior from their entire generation could tame the thing but some wigger cripple can waltz in and better them within a couple fortnights?

The company agreed to let Sigourney Weaver take her Avatar machines into a rundown trailer on a forest preserve outside Bumfuck Egypt?

How much money would a machine like that even cost?

Why would Michelle Rodriguez agree to give up her life for people sheís never met? What about her character would indicate that? Because she tried to make Sam Worthington smile once when she asked him to carry the gun? Thatís stretching it a bit.

Is our country aware of these genocidal shenanigans?

Why is that man with the Rick Rubin beard such a loyal friend? Did I miss a scene where they all hung out and played Clue?

Why would the companies use avatars that sorta resemble the aliens? Isnít that creepy in the same way sex dolls mostly looking like real women are fucking creepy?

Yes, these are some of the things I think about when I go to see movies. I guess for me, seeing a film has always been about ideas. Because you see, the great movies, hell, even the pretty good movies, theyíve got at least one fucking idea. At least one. At some point, maybe just for thirty seconds, the director shows you something never attempted before. He fucking goes for it. He makes Joseph Gordon-Levitt dance to Hall & Oates. He makes a lonely secret admirer cry watching a tape of a bag delicately blowing in the air. He makes a fucking villain assassinate people with his hat. But never---ever---under any circumstances does he take good ideas from other movies and color over them with pretty new crayon.

As my esteemed boss Josh Tyler pointed out, Avatar is an amalgamized version of many of the better epics youíve seen. Itís part Return Of The Jedi, part Pocahontas, written with the help of some horrible brainstorming session with unoriginal morons shouting out unoriginal notions of what they think a great original movie would contain. Aliens! Letís put in some aliens. And they should like live in a tree. But what to call the tree? Itís gotta sound sacred. Letís write down sacred tree and change it later. There should be a love story too. We should have our main character, letís just call him Jake Skully as a joke right now, he should fall in love with one of the aliens. Ohhh. Overcoming the obstacles. People like that shit too. Letís make Jake Skully a cripple. Count it!

James Cameronís Avatar is without question the most visually stunning piece of shit I have ever seen. Itís effects are breathtaking. Really. For now. But in ten years? What about in fifty? Technology hurdles forward faster than death and taxes. It never ceases. The wheel, running water, the Snuggie. Think about how borderline frightening Jurassic Park was on the big screen. Now itís just pretty sweet. Jaws? Iím like eighty percent sure I could fight off that fin-ed-fucker with my bare hands. Beauty is fickle, sometimes fleeting. Wine ages. Handsome lead actors delicately gray. And the shiny rock progressively grows less fucking shiny. Thereís a reason why Romeo & Juliet will be relevant in five hundred years and The Dukes Of Hazzard will be a footnote on a hillbillyís ass. Want a little life lesson: there will always be a bigger douche bag out there thinking about jumping a more gaudily-painted car over a larger lake.

After the shininess fades, after itís just Jurassic Park-level cool, what will Avatar have left? Shoddy dialogue. An almost shameful script. A few underdeveloped main characters. A sacred tree. Story is what matters. We all remember Janet Leigh in the shower, we remember The Dude fretting about his rug that really tied the room together. We remember George Bailey cooing about the generosity of others. We remember them because of some intangible humanity we spot. We smile with Andy Dufresne as he crawls his way through shit. We scowl with a Grinchy sneer as the Grinch tricks little Cindy Lou Who. They touch our emotions and cradle our hopes with a sense of wonderment, a sympathy for characters we can relate to.

In fifty years, Avatar will be fucking hilarious, a lifeless, brainless waste of time with yesterdayís graphics. You should get on board with this opinion now. Gay marriage too. Just a little friendly advice. That way in fifty years you wonít feel like a fucking moron.
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