You know the dreams you have in the hours just before dawn, when you are at a slightly shallower level of sub consciousness. The dreams that are so good that you want to go back to sleep so you can pick up where you left off. The wonderful dreams that are ruined by a beeping alarm clock, a yelling parent or a full bladder. Well sitting in an empty cinema, with spilt popcorn all around, the credits rolling and some ridiculous buddy holly glasses on your face felt just like an interrupted dream. Leaving Pandora tonight and coming back to boring Earth has left me saddened and longing to return.

You always hear people saying “don’t believe the hype” but James Cameron’s Avatar is worthy of every second of quivering anticipation. Ten years in the making, this is a cinematic experience like no other and a glorious glimpse of entertainement in the future. I sat in the very front row and was giddy with in about 15 seconds as I had to keep looking from left to right and up and down to take it all in. Now I’ve never had a problem suspending my disbelief but on this occasion your disbelief is violently wrenched from you as you are thrust inside the world presented to you.

From the ultraviolet plants and faces of the Na’vi to the aerial ballet of the Ikran, you are swept along on an utter rollercoaster ride for almost 3 hours. The characters are complex, the cinematography breathtaking and the special effects superb. This is a complete masterpeice of a story too, with battles and action, friendship, love and acceptance of the Other, and a grisly death of the master villain.

Walking out of the cinema into the harsh glare of mall strip lighting there is only one thing to be done. Get out your credit card and book to see it again. And please don’t even dream of settling for the 2d option.

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