Avatar: The Last Airbender is decidedly a kids’ show (it never leaves a snot joke untold), but it’s also a pretty stunning portrayal of generational trauma. The show starts in the 100th year of a war.
One hundred years. Then we have a world that seems fully Asian (REPRESENT), some gorgeous fight choreography, and a main cast of tiny worldbreakers. ATLA is a song unto my soul.
Logliney Stuff:
For every generation there is an Avatar, master all four elements. Aang, an Air Nomad and the current Avatar, is barely,
barely on the edge of puberty, when he gets caught in a storm and cryo-preserved (think
Captain America) for one hundred years. When Katara and Sokka, two teens from the Southern Water Tribe, happen to wake Aang up, shit has gone
down. The Fire Nation has spent the past hundred years attacking, conquering, and colonizing as much of the rest of the world as it could, and there was no Avatar to slow them down. Now it’s time for Aang to grow up, master his powers, and save the world.