I just sat through three plus hours of a bloated animated blue planet promo about whales, and… how can there possibly be plans for three more of these things. This sequel took the longest possible route to having no point whatsoever. No longer in dire need of unobtanium, now we need $80,000,000.00/per glandular serum from a previously unknown organism on a hostile planet. This should have been a finely timed 90 minutes, with like a qr code to a promo web site where you could watch videos of all the flora & fauna doing their weirdo alien shit. This movie DRAGS its ass over 3 hrs and 15 minutes, to do what. Reiterate what we know from the first film? There are multiple clans across the planet. Physiological differences due to regional adaptations. The planet is hostile. The planet is kinda sorta alive in the form of Mother Goddess ‘Eywa’. Sully and the Marine corps don’t see eye to eye. Sully is a shit person, but a decent soldier. Neytiri can hiss and scream in anguish really, really well. Check, check, check. Got it. Anything new to add beyond exquisite visuals? No, not really. I feel as though I watched three hours of filler waiting to be told what the actual story for episode three is going to be. Will there be subterranean mole Na’vi in the next one? We have the fliers, and the swimmers… so are runners next? We already had the six legged horses, so been there already. What other trope can they unleash to pad out two plus hours of a three hour visual extravaganza, which was noticeably light on plot, devoid of character development beyond a skills montage, and had some of the hokiest dialogue I’ve heard in quite some time. Ok dumb ass. Bro! Bro, dude… bro.
If what sells it are the visuals…. you may have a problem. I know it did well, but I’m not sure why. I’m glad I did not have to try and sit through this in a movie theater during the pandemic. I can’t fathom how they can think of making this a five part movie series. It boggles the mind. I need to further collect my thoughts. This warrants a longer, and more thorough shellacking. Idiotic. Asinine.
It’s too late, I need to go to bed.
Bring on parts 3,4, and 5. Good grief.
