When James Cameron finish a movie, he picks out a souvenir. On display in his office in Santa Monica, for instance, is the helmsman’s wheel from the set of Titanic, as well as a cyborg hand from Terminator 2: Judgment Day and an underwater helmet from The Abyss. But the memento he’s chosen to keep from Avatar is so special — and so huge — he’s decided it belongs at home in Malibu. Any day now, he’s expecting delivery of the hulking, 14-foot-tall robotic combat suit — or AMP, as Cameron calls it, for Amplified Mobility Platform — that appears in the film’s climactic battle sequence.
”I’m thinking of putting it on my front yard,” says the director. He’s sitting in a lounge chair by the swimming pool at his sprawling, double-gated, multimansion compound on a private road off the Pacific Coast Highway. Somewhere a door must have opened, because a pair of enormous, wolfy-looking black hounds suddenly rush toward their master’s feet, as if waiting for a kill command. ”I’m serious — I’m putting it right on the front lawn,” Cameron adds, while petting his dogs. ”It’ll send a message to the neighbors. ‘Don’t f— with us.”’
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