There are only so many times you can hear about a cinema classic, without giving in to the pressure of watching it. The guilt surrounding your lack of enthusiasm around a movie that appears to have turned the whole world upside down, dragging with it the expectations of film making as we have come to know it, forces you to need to watch something (even if you’re not really that bothered.) This is what happened to me with James Cameron’s Avatar: much to the chagrin of planet Earth…I didn’t like it.
As far as I was aware, as I walked into that cinema with my dad, not really fussed about if I saw the movie about blue people or just went home, this movie was going to be the best film I had ever seen. Even better than Clueless which, to me, was not an easy feat. Continue reading