Have you seen Pocahontas? 
The end.
Have you seen Fern Gully?
The end.

This is how clueless I am.  I had no idea that an Avatar really exists.  That people who live in the virtual reality world decide they would be a better creator than the one we have and make themselves 6 foot 7 with outrageous muscles.
I don't do Zooville, or Yoville, or Farmville, or Simville, or Liveadoublelifeville.
So already, you can see that when the protagonist in the movie says things like, "Everything blurs together and I don't know which world is a dream and which is real." I gag and roll my eyes.  Did we not see the Matrix?  Did Keanu die for nothing?

Yes, the colors of the wind were amazing, and the imagination as well.  But seriously, was one of the producers named Al Gore?  This was the Copenhagen Convention on crack.

Once again,
man = ruthless militant killers who will destroy anything to make a buck
or man = vigilante who must turn on his own kind because the other kind is always forest friendly and loving, and innocent, and oh my goodness we should all have their babies, wonderful.

The entertainment value would have increased if the movie wasn't saturated with Al Gore's cheap cologne.  Can you tell he's not on my BFF list?  

I will give it one thumb up.  The imagination itself was worth it.  Just ignore the people at the exit who want you to sign a petition for Al Gore to go back in time and demand another recount in Florida.