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At the behest of several readers who appear to believe they know my taste better than I know it, and also in an attempt to figure out just what the hell M. Night Shyamalan was thinking with his The Last Airbender, I watched the entire first season of Nickelodeon’s pseudo-anime series Avatar: The Last Airbender.
Better than *Toy Story 3.* Really.
It seemed like a good thing not to get one’s hopes up too much, because how long can Pixar’s streak of genius and spirit and wonder last? But this is a finale that brings the overarching story to its satisfying conclusion.
They’ve promised us that this will be the last Shrek film, and please let it be true.
It’s been a long time since I had to stifle the urge to shout, “No no NO!” at a movie screen in order to ensure that everything turned out okay in the end.
We should thank Tim Burton for his *Alice in Wonderland,* for it does one thing extraordinarily well: It reminds us that James Cameron really did achieve something new and astonishing with *Avatar.*
Gilliam gamboling freely through the public subconscious just doesn’t work, this time, on any level other than a meta one.
When a paralyzed Marine takes part in a daring biological experiment on another planet, he encounters a remarkable alien civilization– No, wait: that’s *Avatar.* This movie is about singing cartoon rodents.
The closest I will ever come to visiting another planet, and what an exhilarating trip.
You know how they say that cops come in only one color, blue? Well, Disney princesses come in only one color: pink.
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