Beyond the special/ visual 3-D effects, Avtar like all good stories/ epics/ movies is a story of conflicts. The conflict between human greed and nature; the conflict between science and mythology; and the conflict between rationality and faith.
Watching the movie one couldn't help reflecting on the value of mythology (both classic as well as contemporary) in our lives.
I grew up on an extremely high dose of epic tales from Indian mythology & history (all courtesy Amar Chitra Katha comics) and the best that the American graphic/ comic world had to offer (Batman, Flash Gordon, et al). And of course on a heavy dosage of Bollywood!
All these myths/ stories in some sense put the protagonist in midst of some heart rending vortex of conflict. For eg., the classic "good vs. evil" conflict, a variation of which is "good son vs. evil father" (Hollywood mythology - Star Wars - Luke Skywalker vs. Darth Vader OR Indian Mythology -Prahlad vs. Hiranyakashyap).
The resolution of the conflicts faced by these central characters entailed an "epic" struggle with oneself and the heroic choices one made in the face of conflicting values (imagine Arjun in the midst of Kurukshetra. And his dilemma of having to go to battle against his own blood brothers; his own kith and kin).
And the final essence of these myths was in the fact that they helped us connect with something deep, something primary, something at the core of our existence - the essence and the meaning of being human.
Excerpt from "The Basic Writings of C.G. Jung: Symbols of Transformation”
Myth, says a Church Father, is “what is believed always, everywhere, by everybody”; hence the man who thinks he can live without myth, or outside it, is an exception.
He is like one uprooted, having no true link either with the past, or with the ancestral life which continues within him, or yet with contemporary human society. He does not live in a house like other men, does not eat and drink like other men, but lives a life of his own, sunk in a subjective mania of his own devising, which he believes to be the newly discovered truth.
This plaything of his reason never grips his vitals. It may occasionally lie heavy on his stomach, for that organ is apt to reject the products of reason as indigestible.
The psyche is not of today; its ancestry goes back many millions of years. Individual consciousness is only the flower and the fruit of a season, sprung from the perennial rhizome beneath the earth; and it would find itself in better accord with the truth if it took the existence of the rhizome into its calculations. For the root matter is the mother of all things.