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It was the best of movies, it was the worst of movies.

I just saw Avatar in IMAX 3D. If you haven’t seen Avatar in IMAX 3D you haven’t seen Avatar.

It’s hard for me to find a reason not to call Avatar the best science-fiction movie I’ve ever seen.

It’s almost hard for me to find a reason not to call Avatar the first movie I’ve ever seen.

The IMAX process has a 48 frame-per-second refresh rate, double that of ordinary movies. Add a film-frame ten times the area of a standard 35 millimeter frame, and a huge screen to project all that extra clarity onto. Then make it 3D as well. You now have a visual experience that would be indistinguishable from real-world eyesight except that it’s edited like a movie with changing viewpoints.

Now add in unlimited technical genius and unlimited money and the only word for what you’re sitting through for 162 minutes is breathtaking.

I giggled through the first twenty minutes of the movie just because of how real it looked.

When I saw the Na’vi — the alien race — in TV promos for the movie they looked like cartoon characters to me. They don’t look like cartoon characters in IMAX 3D.

I had two feelings while spending time visually immersed in the planet Pandora and its native people.

The first feeling was that I was really on an alien planet.

The second was that this was a very good representation of Paradise. It reminded me of the feelings I got from reading C.S. Lewis’s Out of the Silent Planet, which portrays aliens species that — unlike on Earth — never fell from grace.

The Na’vi are, in every way can think of, a race of supermen. They are naturally — physically and mentally — superior to our own species.

But because we are naturally inferior we have been clever enough to compensate with superior technology. That makes the human species dangerous to the Na’vi.

All of the above makes Avatar a must-see movie … and judging from the billion dollars it’s already earned at the box office, it’s must seen.

But one of the ways this movie has gathered such a large audience is by being inarticulately anti-business, inarticulately anti-American, and articulately misanthropic.

Avatar — possibly the technically best movie ever made — is also a clear example of what in a previous column I called “the human holocaust movement” — the idea that “the human race is doomed … and must be doomed.”

To Avatar‘s writer/director/producer, James Cameron — who is the only capitalist ever to make two movies that have earned over a billion dollars, and the only capitalist ever to make a movie to earn over two billion dollars — the profit motive as represented by “the Company” in both Aliens and now Avatar means a willingness to commit mass murder in order to have a profitable enterprise.

Show me a counter-example, please, in a movie by billions-earning James Cameron. Please show me a single person in a James Cameron movie who makes a profit in an honorable way.

These “Company” men in James Cameron movies always have American accents.

The American military personnel in James Cameron movies are always morons.

The Nazis in James Cameron movies never have German accents like the historical Nazis. They are Americans.

And the aliens in James Cameron movies are always superior to the human race.

The problem is, all the virtues James Cameron gives to the Na’vi are human virtues and historically often enough American virtues: independence, courage, and decency. They have to be because James Cameron doesn’t know any actual aliens. All his alien characters are human beings figuratively dressed in costumes.

Yes, there are heroic human beings in James Cameron movies. We are told they are the exceptions.

We are told in Avatar that human beings have doomed planet earth.

How did we do that. Mr. Cameron? Global warming? Please take your billion dollars and shove it down your windpipe so you don’t exhale any more carbon dioxide.

Yet by identifying virtues with aliens as an indictment against the human race, James Cameron makes his living by insulting his audience and making them pay him for the abuse.

James Cameron makes his living as a prostitute operating a dungeon in which masochists come to be whipped.

And with his immense skill, Cameron leaves the Marquis de Sade in his dust.

I wondered how a movie could be so anti-American and anti-business without a word about that on Fox News.

When I heard the Twentieth Century Fox anthem at the beginning of Avatar, I had my answer.

Please pay James Cameron the money he’s earned by making a fabulous movie. But when you walk out of the theater, please understand that you’ve paid to be insulted by a man who hates your guts.


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