Twilight the movie was an eye-opener of sorts. I mean, most bad movies cover up their bad plot and everything else with a posse of hot actors.
Twilight didn’t even TRY. Jessica (one of the various extras in the ensemble of Random Non-Vampiric Schoolmates Who Like To Band Together And Do Healthy Normal Things Like Hang Out At The Beach And Recite Lame Jokes To Bella; not a very effective ensemble, I might say) has a vague hamster-like look on her face, and fat flaily arms. Edward looked normal only from certain angles, a privilege not even afforded to Jacob (I didn’t know werewolves were synonymous with black hippies). The random narration (repeating chunks of Meyer’s masterful narrative) was a cheap way of filling in the gaps between the stilted love-making and action that bored me to sleep – and I think I’ve run out of clever sounding invectives, so I’ll settle for less. Twilight was a SUPER SONIC FAIL, and as much I’d hate to say this, the book was infinitely better.
Twihard? I’m not even Twisoft.