(Incorporating Christmasses Past and Future.)*
I have a new jumper. I bet I'm not the only one. It feels like years ago that I first promised you another photo essay, and you are probably wild with rage that you are still waiting, but that is the way the cookie crumbles. My laptop is a PC; my desktop is a Mac. I meant to do it on my laptop from Little Hallingbury, but Macs are quicker and easier, it transpires, by enough that you are just going to have to hold your horses.
I saw Avatar a couple of days from, it seemed, inside a crisp packet. I am not that susceptible to vacuous action movies, but I enjoyed it. I am still slightly surprised at myself, because it pushed various bugbear-buttons (they're a thing, in case you hadn't heard) hanging over from my increasingly distant academic past: noble savages and ethereal spiritualism, that sort of thing.
Thoughts I had:
- is there any film anywhere of any real predator mid-chase snapping its jaws constantly on thin air (at best) or twigs, trees and anything else in the way?
- did the marine character really say at the start that the local fauna would eat your eyes for jujubIEs (instead of prouncing it jujubes)? I hope so
- how come the fauna of Pandora evolved consistently six-legged apart from the humanoids? Surely even a vestigial pair of limbs would be nice to signal that James Cameron had consulted a top international biologist such as myself (I recommend, on this front, that you read Your Inner Fish)
- I think films whose drama depends on positions of power and general decision-making being held by obvious morons are living on thin ice
However, as I say, to my surprise, I enjoyed Avatar.
* Not really. I am not a wizard.