The trailer for The Last Airbender materialized yesterday, and there isn’t much to see there, but the commentary that surrounds the production has been surging steadily for months.
I always thought Aang was white, so that shows what I know. I’m right there with the growing chorus, though, when it comes to M. Night Shyamalan’s bizarre choices for Katara and Sokka, about which there can be no reasonable interpretation. Hearing the appeals for justice on the issue, the studio changed out their Prince Zuko for someone else, someone more racial, even though he’s not the right race, alongside other mystifying, indefensible selections. This is apparently much more complicated than I thought…?
These are things:
- Still playing Red Faction constantly. During my first forays into brutal insurgency, I longed for companionship. I wanted someone else there to examine a structure’s load bearing members with, to stand on an opposing bluff with and activate our detonators simultaneously. I mean, who doesn’t want that. That accurately describes my honeymoon.
As the hours have accrued, I have come to savor that isolation. I don’t know that I would turn down such a feature, and I’m sure I could make such a conceptual space my home. But the work I’m doing in that world is deeply incompatible with any kind of enduring kinship. I’m a dangerous man to know.
- I’ve only earned a few levels in Aion, enough to navigate a couple fairly simple attack combos and harvest the native flora. I can’t fly around or anything, like the cool kids do, but I can kill insects. Well, some insects. There are a few insects I have learned to avoid. So I’m only an expert on character creation, which is almost ridiculous by the standards of the genre. I’ve used many tools that allowed me to create convincing avatars, but I rarely feel like I’m making a person. The detail is a little spooky. He looks like he is looking at me, though the screen. He finds me wanting.