In Response To Depressed Avatar Viewers...

Rather than leaving me depressed, Avatar has woken me from a slumber I did not fully realize I was in and ignited inspiration within me. The people in the news reports who are feeling depressed and staying depressed after seeing this film are mainly the same people who live their lives in victim-consciousness and have been waiting for something to change outside of them. Waiting for their hero to come save the world. The same people who point their finger at the government, for example, blaming them for the state of the world, rather than pointing back at ourselves ~ we who've elected them, or allowed them to get elected due to our own inactions.
It's good that some people are depressed after seeing Avatar. If they are depressed now, what were they before? The state of the world was the same 3 hours earlier than their depression kicked in. Perhaps depression is a step more awake than denial or apathy. The next step is realizing that depression in this case is a dysfunction of the will. A feeling of powerlessness. We feel powerless when we believe we're insignificant. When we feel we are victims.  
We're in the Age of Aquarius now which means that pointing to blame others, and creating further divisions by taking political or religious sides, needs to be replaced by humanitarian values ~ common sense that is universal and excludes no one.
As spiritual beings we can't possibly remain depressed knowing that all the power of the Universe resides in each of us and also binds us by the invisible stuff between us, between the protons and electrons in atoms, and by the one body of air we all breathe.
Just like Neo in "The Matrix", we aren't The One until we KNOW we're The One. And until then, who wouldn't be depressed?               
Marilyn Ferguson in her book "Aquarius Now" conveys this beautifully as she recounts the following:
"The final scenes of Emile Zola's 'The Beast In Man' demonstrate a failure of classical common sense. An irate engineer and fireman are quarreling in the locomotive of a passenger train. In his rage the fireman has stoked the engine's fire into an inferno. The two begin struggling. They clutch each other by the throat, each trying to force the other through the open door. Losing their balance, both tumble out and roll down the steep mountainside. The train hurtles onward, picking up speed. The hapless passengers, soldiers en route to the front, are dozing or drunkenly partying, unaware of the impending disaster.
Zola's story is a parable of modern societies and their run-away institutions. Those supposedly in charge, embroiled in their own personal dramas, paralyzed by performance anxiety or preoccupied with their ambitions, have left their driver's seats. Meanwhile, we, their oblivious passengers, are about to pay the price. Unless, of course, we wake up."