Going into Avatar—James Cameron's eleventy-grillion-dollar, industry-reinventing, save-the-earth action saga—I was sure I would hate it, thanks to Cameron's boundlessly off-putting blowhardy braggin'. Instead, I went ahead and peed my pants and my neighbor's pants and your mom's pants, too. BECAUSE THIS MOVIE RULES. Avatar—at almost three hours—is literally never not exciting. The creatures that inhabit Pandora's stunning glow-stick jungle will blow your mind up: skinless dogs, dino-rhinos, lizard-lions, everything fast and alive and terrifying AND CHASING YOU. Oops, I just peed a little bit. Again. (See Movie Times: thestranger.com/film.)