James Cameron’s third instalment in the Avatar franchise is yet another blitz of striking visual splendor and excitement, albeit with a weaker narrative core. Yep, just when I start to think these mammoth films have finally run out of steam, Cameron swoops in to remind us all how singular and enveloping a cinematic world he’s created - and just how much story he still believes he has left to tell. Unfortunately, the story is where the cracks show. Not because the ideas aren’t compelling or the adventure isn’t enjoyable, but because the threads feel stretched too thin across the gargantuan runtime. The clunky dialogue still rings true, but the plot noticeably hits many of the same emotional and structural beats as its predecessor. Still, to be fair, there are intriguing new layers and character developments along the way (no spoilers of course), so it’s far from a narrative washout. What absolutely sings however, are the action sequences. There’s a palpable sense of danger and urgency coursing through these set-pieces - each executed with Cameron’s trademark precision and escalating momentum. Visually, the film remains as immersive and breathtaking as ever; the motion-capture performances continue to astonish, never losing a lick of their emotional luster. Oona Chaplin’s addition as the formidable villain Varang is a total standout - juicy, imposing, and a genuine threat that gives the film needed dramatic friction.The franchise continues to wear its thematic heart on its sleeve, with eco-conscious messaging and commentary about family bonds, conviction, and perseverance. But, the elephant in the theatre remains the film’s towering length. At nearly three and a half hours, it demands a serious time commitment and tests audience stamina. So, is it worth settling in for the long haul? I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it again: you should never bet against James Cameron.