I thought this movie would be an ass kicking cliche, and that I would walk away satisfied, with my brain completely turned off.
Actually, though, it's nothing of the sort. It is heart breaking and far more layered that it appears to be (probably more than it intends to be even).
Liam Nieson's character curses God in one of the most moving and uncannily true to life movie moments in my recent memory. I've never heard anyone call the almighty a "fraudulent mother-fucker" in such a real and relatable way. It made me tear up a bit, actually.
Public and critical opinion unanimously agrees that it's adrenaline fueled rubbish, which reinforces my theory that most people need more exposure to social and religious philosophy, psychodynamic thought, and the basics of symbolism and allegory.
"Yeah right, wolves don't do that! Bad movie cuz not scientifically or zoologically accurate!!!"
shut the fuck up, and go give Avatar 5 stars again, shithead.