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Every truly great book I have ever read has left me stunned and filled with near sorrow at its end. It is not because I enjoy sad stories but because I morn the end of such a fantastic voyage through the hearts, souls, and worlds of these authors.
Though not all books leave me with such a feeling it is even rarer with moves. For such an amazing peace of art to emerge from such a tarnished art form is nigh on impossible in this day and age. The newest of these masterpieces is Avatar.
I am far from the first to praise this movie, but having only just witnessed it for myself I cannot remain silent. I am not saying it is perfect. It like all other stories has its flaws. I detected a strong ring of Pocahontas near the beginning, and as well thought out this new planet was the braid connection concept seemed a bit forced.
Don’t get me wrong I’m not tried to demean Avatar in any way at all. I was entrapped from the first word. I shared Jake’s aw at the sights and sounds of Pandora, I wept at the loss of the mother tree and the chief, and I roared in victory every time the Navi gained a new advantage.
This move is not to be under estimated, not to be ignored, and certainly it will never be forgotten.