Avatar through the eyes of a 6 year old

on Mar 17 in Culture, Projects, Writing tagged by Chris Wakling

“The screen is quickly there enormous and incredibly loud and that’s it we’re off it’s started and we’re right inside it with things flying past us and a soldier guy in a wheelchair in box on a planet with gigantic trees that twist for miles above the ground that lights up when you tread on it or run off a waterfall because he’s lost his gun to find the girl one to help you escape the dog things with six legs that leap into the sharpened stick which oh no duck jabs straight out of the screen as they’re bark-biting and making me clutch and duck again because they’re really quite frightening me this bit with the moving ears and amazing snarling and Dad’s chest is warm in the quiet bit that comes afterwards - lub-dub-lub-dub - until they run up a tree and slash what’s that bullets horrible man armoured suit thing noise and big doing hitting again too with the man in the box coming back out for his wheelchair as the tall blue one flops asleep before it wakes up again and runs off into the mountains with the others in search of the dragons which will kill you unless you plug your tail in quickly and fly them down to attack the vicious helicopter planes and the massive wedge ship thing which throws bombs at the huge brilliant tree because apart from her and him they’re horrible humans who want it to fall over while they drink coffee watching with a scar on his head until the man in the wheelchair goes back in his glass box to do something about it but really it’s the brilliant blue things that fire the best arrows which sometimes can go through the cockpit glass but mostly can’t depending upon whether your dragon is red massive or blue medium size before the mating bit which leads up to the biggest fight which makes the funny pipe music turn off for the crashing wallops to make the seats vibrate but it’s okay because Dad’s arm is still there and even when the totally evil scarred guy jumps out of the thing using his armour suit to whack and wallop and have oxygen so he can try to grab the wheelchair guy who is still asleep wake up for god’s sake until the blue one plugs his tail into the roots and makes the okay music swell up swell up swell up so they can live there for as long as they want after the film ends.
Writing comes then and the lights round the edges glow orange.
I sit up.  Dad stretches.
––Verdict? He says.
––Brilliant.”