Thank you.
I was getting ready to wince at a pretentious ragging on the unoriginality of the storyline, the frogs that could never have evolved, the heavy-handedness of the message, why they didn't just ask for the "unobtanium" (you missed the one joke) or somesuch nonsense. Instead you delivered an accurate account of how brilliant this film is. Sure, the plot has been done before, although I saw the Na'vi as African tribes (bare-breasted, jungly and corn-rowed with a hunting ritual rather than plainsy and with feathers), but then I haven't grown up saturated in sagely Indians; rather the horribleness of slavery in both Roman and early modern times. The fact the Na'vi haven't invested in bikini technology was also a welcome addition to the things I was prepared to rag on but couldn't, and while enviromentalism was the order of the day, it was done so much better than in Happy Feet or the Maximum Ride books, and didn't derail the plot for rants.
The animation is, of course, gorgeous, as you pointed out, but unlike Beowulf you were drawn in to the characters rather than watching the animation, and the 3D was so subtle that if the damn glasses hadn't kept slipping I'd've forgotten it was there. Yes, the creature designs sometimes erred on the side of silly (or cool, depending on where you're sitting), but you didn't notice because you were so drawn in, and for god's sake look at giraffes. Any god that can design those things can make six-legged hammerhead dinosaurs.
But the most important thing? The cinema applauded. And this was in England, where you either have silence and decorum or yobs shouting and throwing popcorn at the screen. An applauding cinema is the hallmark of success, and Avatar is well on its way to becoming the LotR of cinema, except not overrated, because James Cameron realises that while his songs and language may be wonderful, audiences are easily bored. It can go on the shelf next to the Watchmen comic, The Hobbit and your misspent youth.
See you next time, and again, thank you.