Now that's out of the way and plainly in public, let me say that this movie is a joke, covered in a protective tent of computer magic,and a director's reputation, nothing more.
For a regular film goer of many years, this movie was so predictable that I began to recognize every character, every move, almost all dialogue unfolding. I can name many actors who played the same roles in different films. Older folks will remember Lex Barker as the Indian Chief, Chuck Connor as the warrior angry at Jimmy Stewart for entering the sacred village, the villagers pushing and striking him for entering, as was done in Avatar, and in most westerns when a white man entered their village, including Dances with Wolves and the Last of the Mohican's. Chuck Connor, 6 feet 6 inches tall, a former pro baseball player, with that Irish face smeared with war paint. They were back again, as blue pixels.
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Yes, every major character has been copied and pasted into this film, (forget for the sake of the moment we are on another planet, in the year 2154), from the nerdy General Manager, who of course is a know-it-all, and would be proven wrong on ever issue he's sure of, to the scar faced colonel controlling security, who can only vein-popping bellow, threaten, address his "blackwater mercenaries" and later walk about a small flight deck, unseated, unbuckled, tapping the pilots on the shoulder, issuing screaming commands during fierce, and wild maneuverings of a huge fighter-bomber during intense action, while holding and drinking a mug of coffee. He of course will come close to death at least two times, mostly as the new "RoboCop", and finally will die an awful death at the hand of either the number 1 or number 2 major character. Sound familiar?
The hero, an ex-marine with (the only departure to his part), withered legs, steps into a "beam me up Scottie" machine and becomes a 7 or 8 foot blue pixel indian, who not only speaks this exotic language, but is slowly accepted into the tribe after meeting and connecting with a beautiful 7 or 8 foot blue pixel indian maiden. She takes him into her world, at first angrily, then suddenly her eyelashes begin to flutter. we know what that means in Hollywood. don't we?
then surprise of all surprises, she introduces him to her parents, her father, dressed in beautiful feathers, holding a sharp spear royally, just happens to be the supreme chief of their nation, and her mother is the witch doctor in chief who can taste our hero's saliva to determine his worthiness and honesty. Hey, you couldn't find better in-laws under the circumstances.
Moving forward a bit, here comes the hundreds of helicopters, fighter bombers strafing away at all the "Bambi's" in the forest, blowing up everything and everyone in sight, only to be met by a huge attack by the combined nations of this planet, all 7 or 8 foot blue pixels, on their version of horses and riding the large dragon-like birds, attacking, dying, attacking until the main huge, massive tree, the center of their lives, crashes, (in s-l-o-w m-o-t-i-o-n), rallying the natives to attack again and gain the advantage. We knew they would, right? Our hero comes very close to death, but is saved by our tall beauty. How?It's really meaningless, because it has happened far to often to surprise us. Just ask Captain Kirk.
Mr Cameron you've put one over on us. good for you, go count your money.
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