James Cameron 2009
Ferngully with guns. Dances with Smurfs. A PS3 cut scene that lasts for two and a half hours – the knives were out for the biggest film in history (TM) whose budget seems to veer from $230 million dollars to £600 million quid depending on which article you read. Its been twelve years since the wince inducing, self proclaimed ’king of the world‘ cannily wielded a romantic weepie for the ladies to some state of the art SFX for the boys that resulted in the most profitable film of all time, in the twelve year hiatus Canada’s most famous tyrant has beavered away on a project so visionary that the technology and equipment to realise his vision had to be invented – I think it’s fair to say that James Cameron is not man without ambitions. The hugely anticipated first trailer for Avatar left the fanboys initially unimpressed, given the tone and tenor of reports coming out from the set it appeared that the hyperbolic, breathless assertions of film history in the making were not entirely accurate given the reasonably conventional images that emerged. The second trailer allayed these concerns and was a vast improvement, especially when seen in full 1080p HD which revealed some of the intricacies and attention to detail that the new technology has captured. Now that the majesty of a decade of technological coups are revealed – stunningly convincing motion capture rigs, lightweight combined 2D and 3D cameras, astonishingly prismatic CGI rendering – Avatar materializes as an unquestionably magnificent achievement, it’s the ’gamechanger’ that was hoped for and heralds a new benchmark in mainstream, big budget film-making. On a purely visceral, action orientated level it arguably excels the Aliens and Terminator accomplishments in Cameron’s canon – Are you excited yet?
It is 2154 and the human race is reliant on dwindling stocks of a magical mineral called (a little in-joke) Unobtainium, fortunately the newly discovered lush, verdant jungle world of Pandorum is rife with the stuff. A military expedition is despatched to the planet in order to secure essential deposits of the material at all costs, a mission directed by the abrasive Colonel Miles Quaritch (Stephen Lang) who cunningly launches the Avatar programme to infiltrate the planets indigenous ten foot tall, blue, feline-like race – the Nav’i – in order to assess his foes strengths, weaknesses and tactical predilections, not to mention ensure the survival of his agents in the planets poisonous atmosphere. Our hero Jake Scully (Sam Worthington) is a paraplegic marine who is selected as one of the programmes test subjects due to the genetic code that he shares with his dead twin brother who has initially trained for the mission, his consciousness downloaded into the body of genetically cloned Na’vi simulacrum with the promise that he will get his legs back should he successfully complete his task. Seduced by the bewitching beauty of Pandorum Jake falls in love with the Na’vi princess Neytiri (Zoe Saldana) who teaches him to live in harmony with nature, eventually with the assistance of his colleagues including the irascible Grace Augustine (Sigourney Weaver) and belligerent Vasquez Trudy Chacon (Michelle Rodrequiz) leading her people in an insurrection against the military colonist invaders.
For all the films visual strengths the weaknesses are plain – the conventional plot, in its entirety, can be gleaned from the trailer thus there are no real surprises from a narrative perspective. Cameron has also absorbed some of the Lord Of The Rings franchise story beats which isn’t necessarily a bad thing but does make for some standard issue ‘epic’ scenes in the final act, perhaps his choice of turning to WETA to provide the majority of the CGI pyrotechnics has had some subconscious input. As you’d imagine, the eco-hippie, gaia mother earth stuff is overdone and is faintly insufferable, Cameron serving up some mature slices of cheddar in the vein of the thumbs up from T2 and slushy romance of Titanic whilst the song that plays out over the final credits needs to have every copy on the planet collected together and hurled into the nearest active volcano. Then again, for my part this was all anticipated, this is an immensely expensive project and as such has to appeal to the broadest possible demographic, alas for the film connoisseur this means choking down some McDonalds amongst the Beluga caviar and Kobe beef steaks, cinematically speaking. In terms of spectacle however, of a film event where the noise of a few hundred jaws hitting the floor is repeated again and again as we are incrementally drawn into an alien world it is unsurpassed. Judging by the audible gasps emitted in the theatre I and numerous members of the audience quite literally could not believe what we were seeing when the film found its stride and the infiltration of this magical world began in earnest.
The allusions are obvious – an indigenous species invaded and exploited by an aggressive force who desire to rape and pillage their natural resources, a protagonist of the military industrial complex changed by the exposure to a more holy, more (dare I say it) earthy ideology, Vietnam, Iraq and the genocide of the Native American Indians are all alluded and referenced to in an admittedly clumsy fashion at certain points – lines like ‘we will fight terror with terror’ and ’we will commit a pre-emptive strike’ are perhaps just a little too obvious – but this is Hollywood and these shortcomings can be sacrificed on the altar of pure, unadulterated entertainment. The middle section of the movie is perhaps the most immersive and affecting, that is where the film really expanded and aggregated its breakthroughs as Jake is absorbed into this distant, exotic sphere, for the Cameronistas there are plenty of his customary motherhood analogies and assertions on the hubris of mankind’s attempts to assert itself over nature that similarly litter his previous projects. The final battle is executed with customary skill, the action sequences equalling the films progressive visual agility, climaxing on a set piece that explores the perils of sending an incapacitated hero into a tactically flawed war theatre that any reasonably acute film fan would anticipate yet enjoy for its inherent, dexterous possibilities. Cameron has accomplished that rare task, to inject a real sense of magic and spectacle sorely lacking in big budget movies, aptly bookmarking the prologue and finale of the film with the image of eyes opening, an apt cinematic metaphor for his triumphant return to the multiplexes. Treat yourself, leave your objections at the door and let yourself be overwhelmed by Pandorum on the biggest screen possible – it’s history in the making.
– John McEntee