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Joe Webb: A friend tricked me into seeing the new movie, Avatar, and sort of waited , grinning I think, for my reaction.

First, let me warm up your neurons a bit. Think Tarzan, Bladerunner, The Last Samurai, fantasy comic books, Pocahontas, made for TV movies, and especially Edmund Connelly on Reel Bad White movies. Think tree huggers, New Age old Liberals chanting and swaying; Indians Good, White Pioneers Bad; Trees Good, Whites Bad; Jurassic Park, Third World Revolution. The Spirit of the People is Greater than the (White) Man’s Technology. That should warm you up.

Now for an old fart who does not see many movies, Avatar, with its special effects (3D complete with 3D glasses … yeah I dodged flying objects the first couple times) is amazing. Do you recall the “Feelies”, I think from Brave New World? These were entertainment movies for the proles whose salient feature was that one was wired up to actually “feel” the emotions and sensations that that were PC. Your brain was wired up to the movie.

So, in a nutshell, Whites from Earth are colonizing another planet whose indigenous wonderful hominids with primitive technology but great butts and neural connections to plants and animals, are in the way of The Company which wants its precious mineral called Unobtainium. (This was the only in joke in the movie I think.) There are a couple of social workers trying to get the natives to move and save Precious Life. They are of course outmaneuvered by the capitalists who want their unobtainium and start to bulldoze the magic forest.

All the roots of the trees of the forest are like a giant brain, the tendrils communicating with one another and with the natives. I forget their names but their language sounds like something vaguely recognizable — like a Native American tongue.

The White invaders have a technique of matching a homo sapien’s brain with look-alike “natives” who are grown in a uterine-like fluid and become a sort of identical twin, brain wise, though the morphology is completely different.

So, the Good pseudo-native , like in The Last Samurai, goes native and war is begun with the CapitalistImperialistWhitePigs. Spectacular battle scenes with the Good natives mounted on the backs of flying Teradactyl like birds beating the White Man’s machines. As in Tarzan movies, the animals also come to the aid of the natives, after having sensed that the White Man is a greater danger.

In the battle, the chief Bad Guy is a jarhead (Marines) colonel who wants to kill all the Good Natives. Blue eyes and a very White Marine, he of course, is beaten by bows and arrows and big scary animals (a la Tarzan). As he is about to kill our pseudo-native hero, who has of course betrayed the mission of The Company, the colonel yells, “How does it feel to be a race traitor?” With that, two arrows from the love-interest native female sink into his chest.

Of course I am not making this up. The movie ends with the animals and the natives driving the White Imperialists off their planet, and humanely allowing the surviving beaten Whites to go home. Magnanimity, noble savages, miscegenation — and the pseudo-native almost dies but gets to marry/mate his Pocahontas. And the Forest is saved, unobtainium is left in the ground, and the White Men discover that the spirit of the natives is greater than the White man’s technology. Like Bladerunner’s replicants, the natives are more human than homo sapiens — Whites that is. The few other folks who help the natives are Earthlings — Blacks and browns, who of course, side with the natives. They recognize a brother when they see one.

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