WARNING: Avatar: Yes, I supported the "evil mercenary guys," mostly because I hate hippies. God, how I hate hippies, especially since the depiction of Na'vi's (literal) communion with nature is just so damned saccharine that I wanted them all to die even more. I've also never been one for that whole "white guilt" thing, because I'm part Cherokee (and it shows in my dad and grampa) and I've never seen the logic in feeling guilty for something you had nothing to do with and happened well before you were born. Not to mention that the "villains" were, to me, far more memorable and likeable, particularly the eldery general-guy with the scar on his head (I suck at names; the only names I remember from that movie are Jake Sulley and Tsu'tey, for some reason). He's like a cross between Chuck Norris, R. Lee Ermy, and everyone's favorite grampa. How could you NOT like him? All these factors led up to one of the most dissapointing moments in film I've ever experienced. I really wanted them to kill Eywa (ooh, there's another name!).