Crap, I think I’ve regressed to a thirteen year old girl.
11:55am My parents are about to go out and do some Thanksgiving grocery shopping. Mom is going over my day with me, just so she doesn’t freak out if they get home and I’m not there. I’ve just taken a break from my NaNo (35K and counting…)
Mom: Are you working today?
Me: No. There’s Printz-
Mom: Right, and then the movie, okay.
Dad: Harrumph. What movie? Twilight?!
Me: Yeah.
Dad: I expected better from you.
Mom: I didn’t.
Me: *rolls eyes*
Mom: It was written by that woman who wrote Eclipse, right? (note, fair readers, that I was in fact wearing my token Eclipse t-shirt today… not for any other reason than I might as well when I’m going to see Twilight.
1:18pm I just finished up a chapter of my NaNo story only to realize that I’ll be late for book club. Dash out the door with Cow Bag, Morpheus (my Sansa MP3 player, best thing ever), wallet, keys, books, etc.
2:15pm Picked up by Rachel and her mom. We head to the theater and get there remarkably early. I’m thankful that there are still tickets for the 3 o’clock showing we’ve got. As we walk into the lobby, on the wall to our right is, like, five horror movie posters, all set to come out in January, including The Unborn.
2:25pm We decide against getting food or popcorn. The theater we’re at is close to the bathrooms, so I make a quick pit stop. Not a lot of people are wandering around, except for one kid and some person who looks to be my age. A screening of Quantum of Solace is showing across the hallway from us. I consider ducking in, but decide against it.
2:34pm We are the only people in the theater. I’m not joking. And here I thought it’d be packed from left to right and backwards and sideways! But no… three lone people watch the cheesy pre-previews commercials. Some theater workers shuffle in to start clean up.
2:45pm Just when I get excited about the idea of us doing MST3K in the theater, more people show up. Rachel and I have running commentary on the subject:
Me: Obligatory tweens.
Rachel: Whoa, boys!
Me: Twimom.
Etc etc, I think you get what follows. The theater fills up somewhat, mostly by girls ages 12-15. A whole string of them take the row behind us. It’s going to be a loooong two hours…
3:00pm Actual trailers start. The only one I really remember is The Unborn, but that’s because… well…
Me: By the way, I’m dragging you to see this.
Rachel: Uh… okay? Why?
Me: *is silent*
Gary Oldman: *is on screen*
Rachel: *still doesn’t get it*
The random Names-Card comes up and she sees his.
Rachel: Oh! Gary’s in this! (…) OH! that’s why.
Me: Yeah.
And the other trailers were… uhm… I remember a microwave in one (?). Cadillac Records, Some Psychi-Super hero movie Push, and I think that was it before the movie started.
3: something pm The movie begins.
Christ, they’re having Bella’ monologue the movie?!
And let’s just… ignore the times for the rest of this, shall we? Bella is sad, boo hoo, Charlie is lovable (but distant!) father, Jacob and Billy Black are… football fans (at least I think it’s football…). Kids at school are laughably YA teenagers.
(As much as I love Young Adult writing, I’m so sick of the stereotypes that get resorted to in YA fiction. There are the cheerleaders and the stupid vapid friend, and the friend who understands you but you’re not that close and the Token Asian, Token Black, Annoying Jock-type who likes Main Character, etc. All of that is seen in Twilight.)
Also, for a crappy high school, Forks High looks well funded.
Anywho, the Vamps: Rosalie was played well (bitchy), Emmett was Emmett (there is really no other way to describe his character), I like who they got to play Alice and every time I saw Jasper I felt really bad for him and wanted to give him a hug.
And then… there’s Edward. 1)What the hell is with the hair? and 2) Did Robert Pattinson purposely watch old 1950s movies to get his American accent? Because… he reminds me of James Dean. As soon as he came on the girls behind us erupted into excited squees. This morphed into giggles everytime Edward opened his mouth.
It’s really just the novel blah di blah the entire time after that, but it’s been about four years since I’ve read the thing, so everything for me was like “Okay, which Bad Vamp do they kill again? How does Bella get away from Jasper and Alice at the hotel? Why are they breezing through the Bella-Edward pillowtalk?”
At the first Biology Class scene with Edward, Rachel tells me that he looks like a Drug Addict (true). Then she complains that his face is concave (also… true, but still). Somewhere near the end when it was just some scene with Edward and Bella being gooey at Prom we have an indepth conversation about the soundtrack and whether that was Iron and Wine they were playing (it was).
And Stephanie Meyer pulls a Hitchcock and puts in a brief appearance, thus sealing the deal as the Author I want to be for 15 minutes (Neil Gaiman is who I want to grow up to be, but I think it would be fun to be Meyer for a short period of time. Her fans are really devoted).
I didn’t like the direction and editing that much. There were too many close ups strung together combined with this piece-meal montage effect everytime Bella is dreaming or they’re running through the woods. The sparkling was almost exactly how I imagined it would be, which is kind of nice, although I still got a little freaked out.
Wanted someone to rip James’s head off too… and I know that doesn’t happen in the book, but Alice breaks his neck. She could have just as easily ripped his head off too.
Anyway, it was during the prom scene when I officially regressed and decided that I like Robert Pattinson after all, to my shame. Edward is just so… Edward at the prom scene. That’s the very second when his entire character gets stripped away into this namby-pamby protect-Bella outlook that lasts for the next three books. Ah well, it’s better than Stalker Edward from the first hour.
