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Actually no, I had no expectation at all of this being some great Kane level cinematic masterpiece, but that doesn't mean I wasn't a bit let down by the sheer volume of cliches and cheese laid on in the film. I mean Unobtainium? Seriously Cameron. Subtle as fuck. That said, I saw it in IMAX, and the experience was so awe inspiring that I didn't really care too much about the deficiencies in the script, and really enjoyed the whole thing. I just sort of felt that if they were going to invest like a billion dollars in pushing the boundaries of what cinema could be visually, and creating the spectacle by which blockbusters will be measured for a generation, which they successfully did, then they could at least have tried to make it a bit more than a shallow thrill ride from a script perspective....
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The toothaches got worse, she dreamed of disembodied voices from whose malignance there was no appeal, the soft dusk of mirrors out of which something was about to walk, and empty rooms that waited for her. Your gynaecologist has no test for what she was pregnant with.
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