Appreciation of Avatar Screenplay (2)

Appreciation of the Movie Script of Avatar

Jack:-They are adjusting its nervous system. Or something like that. They gave me this kind of entertainment, because only I can connect Tommy, an expensive avatar.

(turning his head)

Is that right? I can say anything in this video log.

Zoom in and you can see Norman and Max are busy.

Yes, you just need to get into the habit of recording everything-what you see and feel-which is all part of science. With good observation data, science can be done well.

Jack: OK.

(Turn back)

So, here I am. Doing science. (Looking around) Never been to the lab.

Max: Turn it off. It's time to meet your boss for the next five years.

He took Jack and Norman through the short corridor and came to-

Camera switch to:

Connecting rooms, at night:

There is a mental connection unit in the connection room, just like a coffin, with crossed MRI scanners inside.

Norman: Grace Augustine is a legend. She is the head of the Avatar project, and she also wrote the book about Pandora's planetary botany-I mean the real book.

Max: (depressed) That's because she is more interested in plants than people.

Dr. Grace Augustine sat up from her connecting device, stretched and rubbed her neck, tired from keeping the same exercise for a long time. She is fifty years old, with a strong face and extremely clever eyes.

Grace: (yelling) Who took my damn cigarette? !

A staff member hurried over and handed her a lit cigarette. When Grace shouted, people around her jumped up in surprise.

Grace looked angry when Jack, Norman and Max approached.

Max: This is her, Cinderella at the ball. Grace, I want you to meet Norman spelman and Jay-

Grace: Norman, I hear you are great. How's your Nami?

Norman: (Nami) When we first met, all the mothers were smiling.

Grace nodded with satisfaction and smoked a cigarette.

Grace: Yes, just a little stiff.

Norman: I have a lot to learn.

They talked fluently in Nami, leaving Jack hanging, so Jack had to wait.

Max: Uh, Grace, this is Jack Shu-

Grace: (turning to Jack) Yes, yes, I know who you are, but I don't need you. I want your brother. (Turning to Max:) You know-a doctor who has been training for this project for three years.

Jack: He's dead. I know this has caused inconvenience to everyone.

Grace: How many experiments have you done? Have you ever used a gas chromatograph?

Jack: No.

Grace: Have you ever done any actual laboratory work?

Jack: I did it in high school chemistry class, but I forgot all about it.

Grace suddenly turned to Max: Did you see that? You saw it? They peed directly on our heads and didn't even pretend it was raining! (Turning around) I'm going to find Selma Foric.

She pushed Jack away and left.

Max: Grace, this is not a good idea.

But she was out of the door, and her heavy footsteps came from the corridor. Max gave Jack a painful look.

Max: Be here at eight o'clock sharp tomorrow. Try using some big words.

Camera switch to:

Military operations center, dusk:

It looks like an airport dispatching tower, with many screens and many big windows, and you can see the area clearly.

Park selfridge, the manager, took out a golf ball from the recently opened golf box and put it on the ground.

Foric is young, charming and dedicated. Some people say that he is ruthless.

He stood still, and with a light blow, the golf ball rolled across the room to the practice cup. When Grace came, he looked up.

Grace: Parker, I thought you just ignored us, but now I find you are against us.

Grace, you know how much I enjoy our chat.

Grace: I want an assistant researcher, not a retired jarhead.

Selfridge hit the ball with his head down.

Grace kicked the cup away and the ball rolled to one side.

Selma Foric looked at her and sighed.

Selfridge: Actually, we are very lucky to have him.

Grace was walking slowly to get the ball in selfridge and asked, Are you lucky? What do you mean by lucky?

Foric: OK-your man is lucky to have a twin brother who is not an oral hygienist or anything like that. We can use the navy. I appointed him as the security guard of your team.

Grace: The last thing I need is an asshole who likes to shoot!

Foric: Listen, all you have to do is win the hearts of those aborigines. Isn't this all for your little puppet show? If you look like them and talk like them, do they trust you?

Selma Foric went to the office behind the glass nearby. Grace, come on.

Selfridge: But it will be-how many years later? Our relationship with the aborigines will only get worse!

Grace: It happens all the time when you point a machine gun at them.

There is a magnetic base on selfridge's desk, and a metal rock floats in the invisible air.

Pure UNOBTANIUM.

(Note: This is a coinage, there is no Chinese. This word is used in spoken language to refer to rare, expensive or completely impossible materials. Reader: We want to read Chinese! Psychopaths and lunatics are sweating: give me a break, I really can't find Chinese! )

He picked up a small stone between his thumb and forefinger and put it in front of Grace.

Selfridge: That's why we are here. UNOBTANIUM。 Because this little gray stone is worth 20 million pounds per kilogram. There is no other reason. This is the source of funding for our dance. This is also the source of your funding for science.

Understand? (Psychopaths and lunatics Note: The original text is "Comprendo?" It's Spanish. )

He put it back on the base.

Foric: These savages are dangerous to our work. We are on the brink of war, and you need to find a diplomatic solution. So use what you have to achieve something for me.

Camera switch to:

Connecting room, day:

The next morning, Grace, Norman and Jack walk to their connection unit. Jack glanced through the sealed glass. In the adjacent room (the surrounding room), Jack's avatar is lying on the bed, breathing Pandora's air slowly. Norman's head is lying on the second bed. Both were observed by medical technicians wearing oxygen masks.

Norman slipped into his connection box and skillfully put on the biosensor.

Grace: What time is your connecting flight?

Norman: 520 hours.

Grace stared at Jack clearly.

Jack: It seems-an hour.

Grace: Tell me you're joking.

Grace turned on Jack's connection device. Jack began to get out of the wheelchair. She came to help him, but-

Jack: No! I can do it myself.

Grace stepped back and raised her hand. He dragged himself into the junction box.

Grace: So you came to this hostile environment without any training to see how things developed? What are you thinking about?

He stared at Grace with provocative eyes.

Jack: Maybe I'm just tired of doctors telling me what I can't do.

Grace watched him drag his disabled legs into the junction box with his hands.

Jack settled down in the warm gelatinous lining of the connecting bin. It seems to hold on to him. Grace adjusted his biosensor and put the lid down-

Grace: Relax and hold your head up. This shouldn't be difficult for you.

Jack: Well, I started daydreaming. ...

But the lid slammed on, and the words behind it were held back.

Max: Start the connection.

A worker in charge of connection pressed some control keys.

A huge screen shows a three-dimensional scan of Jack's brain. The color of each area will change.

Max: This brain is really good. Very active.

Grace: Keep watching. (Go away) Ok, I'm going in.

Staff: 40% match. He is changing.

Max is looking at the display screen, which shows the correction process of Jack's "Avatar" nervous system and his own nervous system-the merger of two ghostly optical networks.

Max: Here it is. Found the way home.

Detail of the jack in the connecting device. His eyes moved under his eyelids as if he were asleep—

In Jack's mind, the glowing colored stripes condense into a lighted tube, and then-

Shiny white-whoosh! Dissolve into an overexposed and out-of-focus image. Two fuzzy masked faces are looking down at him.

Close-up of Jack Avatar-Two eager eyes filled the whole screen and the pupils contracted. The golden iris quivers with the injection of life.

Max: He came in.

Staff: 99% match. The connection is stable.

Jack winked and sat up slowly from the bed. He looked down at his avatar's body and touched his chest with one hand.

Max: Slow down, Jack. We need to check your motor nerve control ability. Try touching your fingertips.

But jack wouldn't listen. He stared at his leg. He carefully removed them from the bed-

His blue feet stepped on the ground, supporting his weight.

Jack stood up and felt the strength of his legs. His expression is as surprised as that of a child.

The camera cut into his sight-looking down at the medical technicians, who all looked at the 9-foot-tall child.

He saw something like a blue tentacle wrapped around his arm, and he turned suddenly in panic. His tail.

When he turned to look at it, with a loud noise, his tail scraped off some instruments on the table. Jack grinned at Max.

Medical Technician: Relax, Jack. I want you to sit down-

But jack took step by step. The wires of those biological instruments were strained, so he simply unplugged them.

Max: Jack! Wait, we have to run some tests-

But Jack pushed away the medical technician who protested to him, walked to the door, and-

"Avatar" residential area, Japan:

Jack was exposed to the sun and blinked at the morning sun. He found him in the residential area of Avatar, where he lived and trained.

Not far away, two heads are playing basketball one-on-one in front of a highly irregular basket. Others do their daily activities beside the residential area.

Jack moved his leg, jumped, and landed unsteadily, but his expression was happy.

He took a few steps and ran away. Some people called him in some places, but he didn't hear him-he was running. Run!

He found himself in the garden of a residential area, parked in front of rows of carefully cared-for exotic plants. He lowered his head and let his feet move in the warm soil. Then take a deep breath-indulge in these strange smells-land, plants and nearby forests. He looked at the footprints left by the alien barefoot.

Grace: Hey, Navy!

Jack turned around in a familiar voice and saw-

Avatar, an elegant woman, came to him. "Avatar" Grace is noble, with leopard-like thighs, flat and strong abdomen and strong chest like an athlete. She is wearing a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. If calculated by human age, she is already 35 years old.

Jack: Grace?

Grace: Who do you think it is, idiot? Take it!

She threw him a Pandora's fruit and he caught it.

Grace: Motor nerve control looks good.

Jack took a bite of the fruit and the juice ran down his chin.

Norman: Hey, look at this.

Jack turned to look at Norman's Avatar. He poses as a bodybuilder-chest and back.

Norman: I am a living God.

Camera switch to:

My, day:

Wide-angle lens: a platform of UNOBTANIUM mine. There was a silence, and then-

Mao! An entire platform was blown apart by a serial explosion and flew into the air. The explosion loosened hundreds of tons of stones.

Telephoto lens: A huge forklift shoveled a large shovel of rich ore and dumped it into the bucket of a dump truck.

Rainforest, day:

The Great Wall of Steel. The blade of the bulldozer destroyed everything in its path and set fire to the trees.

The lens was enlarged and a clear cutting line appeared next to the mine. In the jungle, a road was opened. In the distance, many three-story bulldozers are cutting down the crown of trees.

One of the bulldozers was spinning its machete, and a rotating evil head was mounted on a pair of hydraulic arms. It broke a huge tree trunk and threw a wooden Grenade into the air.

This heavy machine is guarded by some MK-6 mobile amplification platforms. Walking Colonel Quaritch led a small group of armored soldiers with oxygen masks and very powerful automatic weapons.

A Banxi beast, a terrible air overlord, swooped down on them from the sky three meters away. We caught a glimpse of fangs shining like glass—

Mao! Quaritch fired three shots with his big gun, and the creature fell screaming.

It landed nearby, and Quaritch shot twice more accurately. The recruit stared at its barracuda teeth.

Quaritch: More knowledgeable. This is the Banxi beast. A small one. Look, they like the fresh meat I brought. Obviously, their teeth are sharp. So, make your movements brighter. If it moves, shoot. If you're not sure it's moving-shoot it! If it looks like a bunch of flowers that you want to take home to Celiruton Grozzi, shoot it!

what are you going to do？

Armored soldier: report to the officer and shoot!

Quaritch: Good. Let's get to work.

Quaritch led his team into the dark forest, his eyes patrolling. On the flank of the squad, Lyle Winfrey wore AMP armor, and his huge foot stepped on the bush. When he lowered his eyes, he saw something on the path ahead-an intricate totem woven of branches, bones and feathers hanging on the path, just like a spider's web.

He broke the net with a gun bore and took off the totem. On his way forward, he threw it into the mud and crushed it.

At dusk, body double's long room:

Jack sits on a wooden bed in a tropical cabin. The roof is a beam and the open side is covered with a screen. Other avatars are making beds and sleeping, hanging mosquito nets around canvas beds. Jack held the end of his twisted braid in one hand.

The lens zooms in on the braid-the hair tail twists with its own vitality, just like the tentacles of a sea monster.

Jack: This is really strange.

Grace turned off the ceiling.

Grace: Lights out, friends. See you at dinner.

Jack sat in the twilight, listening to the scratching and crying from the forest. Finally, he lay down, closed his eyes, and-

Connecting rooms, at night:

Close-up of human jack-his eyes are open.

Jack blinked blankly. Max opened the lid of his connecting device.

In the hut next door, Grace sat up, yawned and moved her neck. Panicked staff rushed over with lit cigarettes.

Grace: (looking down) Damn it. A old bones.

Jack dragged himself out of the connecting device and struggled with his legs.

Camera switch to:

Supply, in the morning:

Jack, Norman, Grace and other "drivers" of Avatar, as well as miners, soldiers and other staff, sat around and wolfed down their breakfast. Grace is having a heated working conversation with another scientist.

Jack was talking around alone. He noticed the pilot Trudy Chacon coming in his flight suit.

She is a strong ex-navy, who has flown on rocky land for thousands of hours.

Trudy: Nimesuli, the colonel wants to see you in the armory.

Jack glanced at Norman and stood up from the table.

He followed Trudy away in a wheelchair.

Grace watched him leave unhappily.

Camera switch to:

Arsenal, morning:

Jack and Trudy walk into the armory and pass under an inclined propeller being repaired. There are fully armed Scorpion attack planes and several SA-2 samson transport planes of French Aerospace Corporation. Some people are doing hard and boring work: loading them with door guns and rocket launchers.

Jack: You loaded some heavy things.

Trudy: Yes. Because we are not the only people flying in the sky here. Or, not the biggest.

I want you to be my doorman. I am not tall enough.

Jack: OK, no problem.

She held out her fist and he hit her gently with it.

Trudy: I'll meet you at 09 station.

(She reaches out and points)

Here he comes.

Jack rocked his wheelchair along the central corridor of the armory and passed several rows of AMP armor parked on the shelf. The staff crawled around on the armor and loaded them with some weapons with cranes and elevators.

At the end of these teams is a temporary gymnasium. Quaritch is lifting a big, heavy disc.

Quaritch: This gravity will make you weak.

(Give the last one)

If you are weak, Pandora will kill you without warning.

Quaritch put the equipment away and sat up, sweating, but not breathing.

I read your records, corporal. Venezuela-this is a mess. But the situation here is worse. Son, you have the courage to come here.

Jack: I found it-another place full of decay, degradation and injury.

Quaritch smiled appreciatively and patted him on the shoulder.

The chief of staff shouted from the nearest AMP armor to this side-

The servo system is ready, colonel. Would you like to have a try?

Jack followed Quaritch to AMP Armor.

Quaritch: I was discharged several years before you. In a few years. I went to Nigeria twice, and my skin was not broken. I got here, and-