Because it’s essentially about superlatives, here’s one right at the beginning: No other cinematic narrative has apparently caused such tragic mental anguish as James Cameron’s, which began in 2009 Avatar-Row. After the second part three years ago came to the cinema, reported the British Guardian about the phenomenon of post-Avatar depression. It manifests itself in the fact that some viewers suddenly found their own city gray and inhospitable, compared to Cameron’s Pandora moon, where the iridescent blue, natural Na’vi people live. You can understand it: On Pandora, mossy rocks float in the air, the tropical ferns shine in the jungle as if they came from the electronics store, and harmony reigns between plants, animals and native people, who look up with constantly worried googly eyes where the sky stretches over them like a batik cloth. Fateful, foreboding and earthy things are happening underneath, while even after going to the cinema you are standing in the drizzle on the arterial road, taking cover in front of Lidlnettoaldi and the bus doesn’t come.