After years of hype, Avatar finally starts screening tonight at midnight. OLIVE THE MERCURY OFFICE PUG ALREADY HAS HER TICKET!!!1!!
Ever since the first glimpses of James Cameron's 3D sci-fi epic started to leak out, the internet's been full of people eager to hate on it (and eager to love it). So far, reaction to the film has been far better than I expected—it's at 83 on Metacritic, Gawker is apologizing for talking shit, Ebert is saying stuff like, "It takes a hell of a lot of nerve for a man to stand up at the Oscarcast and proclaim himself King of the World. James Cameron just got re-elected," and Manohla Dargis is all, "Movies rarely carry us away, few even try. They entertain and instruct and sometimes enlighten. Some attempt to overwhelm us, but their efforts are usually a matter of volume. What’s often missing is awe, something Mr. Cameron has, after an absence from Hollywood, returned to the screen with a vengeance." YOU TELL 'EM, MANOHLA DARGIS!
Um, I wrote about it too.
In movies not having to do with giant blue cat people, we have:
Did You Hear About the Morgans?, in which Hugh Grant and that chick from Sex and the City do their damndest to annoy the fuck out of you. Marjorie hated it.
Endgame, in which William Hurt and Chiwetel Ejiofor fix racism! Ned thought it was pretty great.
Up in the Air, in which George Clooney teams up with the dude who directed Juno to tell a story of loneliness, unemployment, and how even movies that try not to be all Hollywood-y often end up being pretty Hollywood-y. I liked it.
Beeswax, in which Andrew Bujalski continues to make mumblecore progressively less annoying. Marjorie loved it.
In addition, the Northwest Film Center has a British noir series going on (Intern Dave recommends it), Art Institute students take over Cinema 21 on Saturday afternoon for an animation showcase, Sita Sings the Blues is at the Clinton, and Silent Night, Deadly Night is at the Hollywood on the night before Christmas Eve (win tickets here).