AVATAR

I went to see AVATAR. It was not only a movie-watching event; it was an experience. The film jolts the senses and there was too much to see on 3D within the less-than-three-hour journey. Every corner of the screen is filled with delightful scenes culled straight from the mind of that creative director, James Cameron, visually translated to the screen with such enormous beauty.

The story itself is a timeless good vs. evil plot, with political undertones highlighting the powerful exploiting the weak without respect for reason, (very much like Walt Disney’s Pocahontas) and greed overpowering being humane. It is a love story, too, defying odds to prove the depths of feelings even as to transcend race and cultural barriers.

But watching AVATAR was, for me personally, also a distraction. From the usual happy-to-be-alone routine, I went to see the film with a companion – a recent acquaintance who took time out from the rigors of athletic training to be with me, sat beside me while Jake Sully and Neytiri profess “I-see-you’s”, sup with me through the aroma of fresh fish, chips and San Mig Light.

It was a nice diversion from the ordinary and I thought, by all standards, the real-life script unfolding is a tad better than the one onscreen.