Greetings, and welcome to Earthling Cinema. I am your host, Garyx Wormuloid. This week's
artifact is Avatar, directed by self-appointed King of the World James Cameron
"I'm the king of the world!"
The film stars assorted members of The Blue Man Group, emissaries from the Las Vegas Galaxy.
Drawing upon Earth's mythology of Ferngully: The Last Rainforest,
"You have to leave!"
Avatar tells the story
of human male Jake Sully, a broken boy soldier who is hired for a secret government project because
a guy who looked like him died.
"We'd like to talk to you about taking over his contract."
With almost zero prep time, he is injected into a newer, bluer body,
"It's all part of the science."
and tasked with infiltrating the Na'vi tribe of Pandora, a planet known for
playlists that are close to what you want, but not quite.
Jake’s mission should he have chosen to accept it is to betray an indigenous culture
and exploit its natural resources for the benefit of capitalism.
"This is why we're here. That's the only reason."
However he immediately
abandons both of these quintessentially American objectives once confronted with the allure
of female nudity. Because aww yeah.
It is only after knocking ponytails with Neytiri, and training her “dragon” that Jake acknowledges
the deep spiritual value of the Na'vi tribe. and in the proud tradition of the American
male, Jake appoints himself CEO of the natives and "liberates" them from the threat of their
oppressors by turning the shit up to warp 11. Atta boy, Jake.
With a running time of 162 Earth minutes, and a budget of $237 million American rupees,
Avatar is a scathing indictment of human greed and excess. Where the film's villains are
corporate xenophobes who are all "guns out, buns out",
"They're fly-bitten savages that live in a tree."
its heroes are bleeding-heart hippies
propelled by community, and that purple drank.The only thing they read is The Lorax,
a book about corporate greed leading to environmental disaster, featuring an anthropomorphic eyebrow.
Beyond its exhilarating depictions of blue on white violence,
the film illustrates the collision between nature and technology that would come to define
and ultimately doom humankind's reign on Earth. The Na'vi consume renewable resources like
flowers, while the humans stuff their gourds with pre-packaged TV dinners. The Na'vi sleep
in cocoon beds, while the humans build themselves into Ikea furniture.
Their lifestyle emphasizes inner space rather than outer space. Peaceful equilibrium over
relentless expansion, power,
"People have to learn that we don't stop."
and stupid tattoos. And James Cameron knew a thing or two about
stupid tattoos. The Na'vi preach a connectedness with nature,
"She says all energy is only borrowed, and one day you have to give it back."
rather than mastery over it.
While you might say that the human oppressors are "blind" to their cancerous effect on the
universe, the Na'vi desperately want everyone to know that their eyeballs are functional.
"I see you."
Eyeballs are a recurring motif throughout the film, serving as both the opening and
closing images. Get it? Opening and closing! For any races without eyes, you don't get it.
By straddling both American and Na'vi society, Jake is being a real benedict cabbage patch.
That said, he recognizes both the humanity in his perceived enemy and the enemy within
his own humanity. This experience, known as "cognitive dissonance,"
characterized much of my early twenties.
Perhaps the greatest legacy of Avatar is its inherent paradox. On one tentacle, the film
critiques the use of technology in favor of romanticizing that which is natural and "earthy."
On the other tentacle, the film owes its success to state-of-the-art special effects, and the
jacked up prices that come with it. Kinda makes you think, huh? Makes you think about
skipping the sequels.
For Earthling Cinema, I'm Garyx Wormuloid.
