M. Night Shyamalan has taken a much loved children's animated series Avatar: The Last Airbender (9.3 on IMDB compared to say 8.3 for James Cameron's Avatar) and produced one of the most daringly awful live-action adventures of modern times. (4.5)
Nevertheless, English blokes of a certain age and with a certain commitment to keeping up their schoolboy humour, will manage to squeeze a drop or two of entertainment out of lines of dialogue which include "he's a bender". (About of third of the way in, someone also shouts "all benders should be dead", a sentiment one is surely inclined to agree with by then.)
Apparently this was intended as the first installment of a trilogy, but it must surely go the way of The Golden Compass, which it resembles in some respects, once you discount the quality of the narrative, the acting and the visual effects. In a production so excruciating, it's a wonder that Noah Ringer stands out, but he does, for his is one of the most irksome natural auras ever committed to celluloid. Perhaps it was the persistent botheration of his performance that kept us awake, because the contributions of the other young stars are sheer sedative.