Ten years late, hehe.
Watching Avatar put me in a headspace that I don't find myself in after a movie: simply happy.
Not deeply joyful, or intensely moved. Just a simple kind of happy.
Usually, my thoughts go a mile a minute, and I am either horribly indifferent, immensely fired up, or extremely elated.
But since the credits began to roll, the slight smile on my face has stayed in place.
I don't find myself mad that the bossy "Sky People" ignored all the history lessons that ever existed and tried to colonize the Na'vi people.
I don't find myself deeply moved by the deaths or the romance or the psycho-biological connection the Na'vi people have to their land.
I am just happy that good trumped bad. The guy got the girl. The bad people were sent out, and...
everyone lived happily ever after.
Of course, this remains to be seen as the sequels head to theaters soon.
But till then, I am very content with this simple-kind-of-happy.