In our hypermediated millennium, it’s often (way) too easy to watch rather than make. The Squirrel King wants you to do both.
M. Night Shyamalan’s compression of Nickelodeon’s stunning animated series Avatar: The Last Airbender has serious boots to fill. And it needs much more time to fill them.
What gets lost in the remake’s dark dissection of human relationships complicated by ubiquitous surveillance and callous commodification is, simply put, ambition.
Bye seeing you.
I am hiding from the world, using Patrick McGoohan as a human shield.