I have a confession: I am a geek in nerd's clothing. Or maybe it's the other way around. Either way, the truth is that I love science fiction more than you probably think. I've obsessively researched everything from LARP-ers to MMORPGs and I've had my fair share of debates about Hobbits versus Elves. (By the way, Hobbits are cool. Don't try and convince me otherwise.) I've even watched all three extended versions of the Lord of the Rings films back-to-back...twelve hours straight. Fucking epic.
But here's another confession: I'm not that hardcore. Put me next to the biggest Star Trek geek and I'll seem like a Disney princess. That sci fi class was difficult enough -- it didn't matter if I read and watched everything; there are always more fanatic fiends on the other side of the fence. And good for them. I'm jealous. I don't think my aspirations ever lie with wanting to be as intensely absorbed into the world as they are, but I admire that kind of passion. You'll find it in me occasionally for various things...
Not a problem, though. I like my closet sci fi and fantasy obsession. I like the look on people's faces when they hear how ridiculously obsessed I was with trying to learn Elvish or about my strange foray into the world of the Pirates of the Caribbean MMORPG (which, by the way, was a bizarre trap of enchantment and insanity). And yeah, that is my Harry Potter Uno deck, actually.
Maybe it's because I was never much of the "stereotypical girl." Sure, I like my nail polish and dresses and clackety high-heeled shoes, but throw a virtual world at me and you may never see me again. I get really excited over the strangest things. The second I saw the trailer for Second Skin, I couldn't stop thinking about it until I found it online (although it was months and months later). Two of my favorite things: documentaries and virtual worlds. Awesome.
I really enjoyed writing my film critique on Episode IV in high school. And my lightsaber article for LJ21. And I even ended up loving my final essay for sci fi class. I even loved that weird documentary on LARP-ers I found and watched...oh, and the Animatrix -- I didn't love it, but I thought it was cool/interesting/odd. DVD: bought the day it came out.
I'm not knowledgeable enough to be a Sci Fi Snob though, not in the way I'm a Journalism Snob (sometimes...only sometimes!). I've faithfully stuck by Lost when others gave up because they thought it was stupid. I even gave those Matrix sequels a chance. I hover over my roommate's shoulder when she plays WoW (not because I want to play, but because I'm so incredibly intrigued) even though I disapprove of people who throw their lives away for the game. I own Lord of the Rings Risk even though it makes me so damn frustrated to play it because it's the longest fucking game ever.
So what's my point? Well, this is all just really leading up to this:
Yes, you read that right: a sequel to Avatar (maybe). Okay, I'll admit that when I first walked out of the theatre I couldn't quite shake the awe from my eyes. Visually, the film is stunning. If you're going to see it for anything, watch it for the pretty images that will attack your eyeballs. Don't, however, watch it for the story. Or the plot. Or the characters. Or the dialogue. Etcetera, etcetera.
James Cameron, pretty pictures and fancy technology is not enough to disguise your poorly-made film. We all saw what happened to Star Wars I, II and III. And The Matrix 2 and 3. And Spiderman 2 and 3. No, Spiderman is not 'science fiction,' but I don't care, I'm trying to make a point, and that point is: Do we see a trend? Yes. Shitty plots don't make for Academy-worthy films. Avatar is Pocahontas with blue people. Sorry, James Cameron, I don't accept your movie. Next, please.