The Last Airbender Is Awful. Unless You Are a Movie Reviewer on Acid

M. Night Shyamalan is once again getting his due as one of the biggest hacks of our era. But there are some brave souls who (kind of) liked his new film. People who are confused, possibly senile, probably imbibing a dangerous combination of psychotropic drugs. Still, they are people. And even if their prose reads like the ramblings of a mad monk plugged into Google Translate, these people deserve to be heard. To wit, the musings of Prairie Miller on News Blaze:

While Twilight is geared up to rule the plexes nationwide, Night is angling in more ways than one to not be far behind. That is, M. Night, whose mythologically minded, exotic 3D battle of the boys blockbuster The Last Airbender, opens the same week.

Ah, the thread of metaphor drawn slyly through that lede!

He's the gifted airbender boy in question, who can apparently bring ferocious imperialist armies to their knees with a supernatural talent for wind control wizardry. And an unchallenged superpower which leads him to be fast tracked as the rumored Avatar, or the only martial arts magician in eternal existence who can dominate and pacify all others.

Really, no comment necessary there. Except for commenting on the adjectives. But then I would have to use adjectives to describe those adjectives and I would be a hypocrite.

If only the inconsequential story that woefully pales in comparison, matched the exquisite, dazzling imagery, though a bit on the wet side as drenched seafaring adversaries continually collide.

Imagery is good. But damp. Got it. With folks like Prairie on his side, M. Night is destined to pull out of his woeful tailspin.