this film is so uncreative that it’s like an adaptation of the first film, but set to another climate and much worse in all qualities except the visual. james cameron somehow regurgitated the exoticism of the last installment ito something even more mystifyingly romantic towards nature and its indigenous. i hope i will be able to curb my curiosity enough to avoid watching the third film whenever that comes out but maybe i will forget how much i disliked this in the fifty years it will take for cameron to make a new film (posthumously)
