Fox released James Cameron’s original Avatar script online and despite the ambiguous intimacy we saw in the movie, it turns out Neytiri and Jake’s “tendrils INTERTWINE with gentle undulations.” Whoa! In the U.S. theatrical release, the pair only kiss a little (weak!) before the camera zooms out, and the next thing you know they’re on the ground, totally spent. It’s unclear why this wouldn’t have been included, but my guess is that it might imply that tendril-intertwining is what happens when the Na’vi have sex, which, I guess, by definition would mean they also had sex with the trees and the six-legged panther/dogs and the flying peacock lizards and anything else that ruffled their tendrils, and that might have been confusing and maybe made the whole thing less PG-13. Who knows? You can read the deleted section of the scene after the jump.
I’ve been thinking a lot about Na’vi queues and how sexy they are. Is this just a lady thing? I think it might be a lady thing. The whole point of meshing your queue with another queue is to achieve direct contact between two nervous systems. Judging from the characters’ ‘O’ faces during said contact, it also happens to feel great. In human terms, this is like plugging your iPod into your computer except that at the moment when one recognizes the other and they begin to sync, you have an orgasm. Queue-mingling seems like ultimate sex to me. I’m not saying it was sex in the context of the film, but I am saying it was sex in the context of my head. Anything involving the queue was my favorite part of the movie. I loved how electrical and machine-like it was, even though it sprouted out of something natural and sought to “plug in” to something else natural. It was all about finding the hub. Then just when I started thinking of the queue as a power adapter, all the nerve endings would spill out, writhing for attention. This is terribly sexy. (In the immortal words of Tobias Fünke, “I just blue myself.”) I especially enjoyed when a queue would sync up with a tree. I’m scared to explore that any further so I’ll start a new paragraph now.
An informal poll conducted at the EW office revealed that more women than men found queue-mingling to be sexy. The men just stared at me; maybe they weren’t as turned on by the concept of simultaneous pleasure and inter-connectivity. I don’t know. That was a pretty deep thought for me. Time for you to vote in the poll below and for me to go write something dumb about Jersey Shore. Anyway, this is all to say that I would very much like to be a Na’vi and go around syncing my queue with trees. Make it happen, evolution!
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CAMERON’S ORIGINAL SCRIPT
He puts his face close to hers. She rubs her cheek against his. He kisses her on the mouth. They explore each other. Then she pulls back, eyes sparkling.
NEYTIRI: Kissing is very good. But we have something better.
She pulls him down until they are kneeling, facing each other
on the faintly glowing moss.
Neytiri takes the end of her queue and raises it. Jake does
the same, with trembling anticipation. The tendrils at the
ends move with a life of their own, straining to be joined.
MACRO SHOT — The tendrils INTERTWINE with gentle
JAKE rocks with the direct contact between his nervous system
and hers. The ultimate intimacy.
They come together into a kiss and sink down on the bed of
moss, and ripples of light spread out around them.
THE WILLOWS sway, without wind, and the night is alive with
pulsing energy as we DISSOLVE TO —
LATER. She is collapsed across his chest. Spent. He
strokes her face tenderly.