I love Avatar. I've seen it twice now, once in 2D and once in 3D. It has such a mesmerizing quality to it that both times it stuck in my brain for days afterward.
Actually, that's not quite right. It stuck in my emotions or somewhere in that nether region of the self that is neither soul nor mind nor body. There is something about that movie that tugs at me.
Apparently, a lot of people are feeling this way, and many of them are crazy:
James Cameron's completely immersive spectacle "Avatar" may have been a little too real for some fans who say they have experienced depression and suicidal thoughts after seeing the film because they long to enjoy the beauty of the alien world Pandora.
It then goes on to quote a guy who wants to become Na'vi so much that he fantasizes about comitting suicide and then waking up on the planet Pandora.
I definitely understand the strong connection to the movie. Committing suicide as a way to visit Pandora? Not so much.
But for a movie whose storyline is Pocahontas and the Lion King meet The Transformers, one of the things that it gets right is human nature. Where unimaginable riches exist, there will always be people willing to crush entire civilizations to get to them. And there will always be people who stand in the way, even though in real life they usually get crushed by tanks.
I have some advice for those who dream of Pandora: Dream of Earth's rainforests instead, while we still have them.