Greg Egan, el gran escritor de ciencia ficción comenta Avatar. Dos citas:
Some reviewers have noted echoes of the works of Poul Anderson in Avatar, and I’m sure there were also traces of Anne McCaffrey and a hint of Ursula LeGuin. But on reflection, what it really felt like to me was a fourth movie in the Shrek franchise, pipping the yet-to-be-released Shrek Forever After to extrapolate that series’ twin curves of rising technical achievement and plumetting wit to their logical endpoint: a near-immaculate feat of visualisation, accompanied by a staggeringly awful plot in which clunky genre conventions triumph completely over plausibility and originality. Avatar even boasts its very own love story where societal expectations and superficial barriers of size and pastelicity are overcome by generous helpings of pixie dust.
Y ya al final, un consejo:
If you want an emotionally satisfying fantasy about wounded nature, try Princess Mononoke; if you want a whimsical, visually stunning action adventure where the dialogue rises above “Outstanding, Marine!”, rent the Pirates of the Caribbean trilogy. Sometime in the next twenty years or so, the technology that enabled Avatar will become cheap enough to risk employing alongside a moderately intelligent script. But if you want to see the technical state of the art right now, go ahead and pay your share of Avatar‘s nine-figure budget. Think of it less as a piece of entertainment than a glimpse of the kind of day-dreams your not-too-distant descendants might well be scripting and directing in real time themselves.