August 8, 2014
I got started like most of us. A Godzilla film here. A chop-socky flick there. But soon I was hitting the hard stuff: Werewolves on Wheels. The Giant Gila Monster. Miami Connection. I'd ask that somebody save me from this madness and insanity, but to be honest I'm having too much fun.
The Last Airbender, for a variety of reasons, not least of which are the crimes it commits against acting, scripting, direction, pacing, and common decency. (Which leaves out the terribly racist casting and the remarkable achievement of making magical kung fu boring.)
Recent transplant with an eye for composition, an ear for dialogue, and a masochistic streak that drives me to abandon both.