AVATAR
To Cinéorfeas for the Kerkyra-wide première of the most hailed movie since hailing began.
I arrive in good time to join the queue which I knew would be snaking round the block. Wrong. The locals don't bother to turn up 'til the first gong and even then the cinema was far from full.
I'd resisted inviting anyone, usually my euphemism for being dumped before being dumped but this time I genuinely didn't know anyone I thought would enjoy it. Wrong.
It was Disney Plus, bags of heavy HEAVEH fire power to tap the kid in me, oodles of action, oodles of lurve, a hot hot Na'vi chick after whom it'll be a while before a human cutie brings a lump to my Levis. And stunning 'effects' ... yes, quite entertaining.
Enter bad guys, major fire-power, gonna drive them blue faces out.
And as I followed les sous-titres, the sounds of the language and the Grik subtitles echoed each other.
When's the next budget flight to Pandora?
Our hero lassos the biggest baddest uncatchablest boid in the skies that just happens to be a brilliant sunburst red that wouldn't disgrace a pimped Hog - and shows up everyone else.
Clickbits : Beeb look at some of the effects
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Sublime review. Where else? But in his book Daniel Martin (more respected in US than UK) John Fowles eponymous screenwriter talks of the way film colonises imagination. My grown children really enjoyed watching Avatar - cinematic shock and awe - in Inverness the other day, but even after three hours in the popcorn dark, it's already over for them in a way that a book needn't be. In a film the landscape, the voices, the music, the faces are all supplied and made specific to the story. Fixed ahead of time. I recall how reading - now and as a child - allowed my imagination to create what film preempts, soaring places no film could take me. I love a good movie but ...
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