If you check the archives, you’ll find I’ve already written two scathing reviews of the previous Avatar films, so it hardly seems worthwhile to type out a third one for Avatar: Fire and Ash.

They’re all the same film anyway, with minor changes. Writer-director-egomaniac James Cameron seems to feel that if it ain’t broke, financially speaking, don’t fix it, so he spends sickening amounts of money ($400 million for this installment) realizing his insipid sci-fi CGI visions, knowing they’ll make even more sickening amounts of money and guarantee further bloated sequels. As it stands today, Fire and Ash has already made more than $800 million worldwide.

Every time audiences turn out for these movies, it’s always the same: We arrive on the planet Pandora, a natural paradise rendered in slick pastels and populated by tall, trite-adage-spewing noble savages who are under attack by human colonizers seeking resources to exploit, the hyper-militarized “sky people.” Though the noble savages are always hopelessly outgunned, they inevitably channel their warrior skills and oneness with nature just in time for the big battle, when the sky people are defeated. Until the next sequel comes out, in which we’ll do it all over again.