“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”

Happy holidays to you and yours!

We’re celebrating Christmas here tomorrow with some family, including my sister and her husband who are driving to NY tomorrow morning. (They both had to work today, and they’re celebrating Christmas Eve with his mother and sister in Maryland.) All my presents are wrapped, though not yet under the tree. Now I’m just waiting on those visions of sugar-plums and their famous dance moves.

I have to say, I wasn’t exactly feeling the Christmas spirit until this week. Then my vacation started, and we hung the lights outside, and we had a pretty heavy snowfall — maybe 14 inches — and I started thinking, y’know, not all Christmas songs are terrible, especially when it’s actually Christmas. And then I put up the tree yesterday — with my sister not yet home, it was pretty much left to me alone — and we started getting ready for tomorrow. I’m looking forward to it.

So again, happy holidays to you and all the best in this season!

Thursday various

Tuesday various

Meanwhile, on Planet Smurf…

Avatar is visually impressive, sometimes even remarkably so, but it’s hardly the stunning game-changer that James Cameron seems to think it is. There’s obviously a great deal of money on screen, and it’s hard to argue that the money for animation wasn’t well spent. Everything feels real and present and often beautiful, even when it’s giant blue aliens attacking helicopters with arrows and dragons. But it’s unlikely that future movies are going to be endowed with such an expansive budget, much less one that’s coupled with as driven a task-master as Cameron at the helm.

And the film falls very flat when it comes to its story; it’s predictable and heavy-handed and riddled with cliche. Even if you agree with Cameron’s politics — and there’s no denying there is a political and ecological point-of-view here — there’s not an ounce of subtlety in how he delivers the message. The whole idea of the noble savage (which is what his alien Na’vi finally are) is…well, I hesitate to call it racist, as some have rushed to do, because I think that’s a pretty heavy charge that the film doesn’t deserve. But it is problematic, and an unfortunate (if often well intentioned) stereotype, one that doesn’t just border on, but actually ventures a good distance into the forests of being offensive. The Na’vi are clearly stand-ins for Native American (and occasionally African) tribes, enjoying a pristine and symbiotic relationship with the land that civilized man lacks and therefore can’t help but want to destroy. The problem is, this simplified depiction doesn’t just paint civilization in a bad light; it also makes the alien more fully other and animalistic — lacking civilization. You can celebrate the nobility in the noble savage all you want, but you’re still calling them a savage.

But I don’t want to read too much into the film, because despite its obvious technical achievements, I think it’s actually rather shallow. It’s entertaining, especially in its climactic and rousing action sequences, and it certainly doesn’t feel like a nearly three-hour movie. But it’s nothing I feel even a little compelled to ever see again. (Except maybe to compare how it looks out of 3-D.) Cameron’s movie is very pretty, and the product of some impressive computer animation, but I really don’t think it’s one for the ages.

That Pirahna remake they showed the trailer for, however…You know, with all these new innovations in 3-D, it’s almost refreshing to see a trailer for a movie that’s content to use the technology for the crappiest and worst-looking scare tactics circa 1983.

(Knight & Day looks surprisingly fun, though.)

Monday various

  • Maybe I’m just still bitter that my family stood on line for several hours to see this when it was new — and missed out on Journey into Imagination (at the time a personal favorite and which is what we originally thought we were standing on line for) — but come on, the return of Captain Eo? Really?
  • I’m always dubious about lists of new slang words. They inevitably seem like they’re just a joke on whoever is compiling them — “can you believe what I got that reporter from the Guardian to believe?” — or like somebody’s just gotten corrugated ankles, gone to goat heaven, and started making things up. [via]
  • Graham Greene once entered a contest to parody himself. He came in second. [via]
  • Sketchy Santas. Parents, do you really want your kids sitting on these men’s laps? [via]
  • And finally, speaking of which, Jack Bauer’s making a list and checking it twice…