|The Ones That Sparkle|
I watched it, and the next day I went out and bought a copy of the book and read through all of Anne Rice's Vampire Chronicles in a matter of weeks. I stayed up too late and was bleary-eyed at work, but I had to know what happened to these creatures. They weren't just blood sucking evil-doers ripping people to shreds. Okay, they did that but there was a lot more to the story than blood and gore, and the more was what I loved.
|The Ones That Burst Into Flame|
It's what made Buffy the Vampire Slayer so darned good. In the very best episodes, you practically forgot they were about supernatural creatures because the stories touched on very human struggles to do the right thing, to sacrifice for the greater good, and to not be drawn in by our baser instincts. And then, then came Twilight.
Yes, Edward and his clan have turned away from drinking human blood. They've chosen the moral high ground for their existence. It's a struggle and they sometimes fail, but that story has very little to do with the main plot. Underneath all the supernatural elements, this one isn't a struggle between good and evil but a love triangle. The fact that they're vampires and werewolves only figures into it all in the most cursory of ways.
Before the Twi-hards send glitter bombs to my home, let me say that although I am not a fan, I don't hate those that are fans. Everyone has their "thing" be it Trekkies or Browncoats or whatever. We all take joy from what calls to us, but Twilight, for me, is the antithesis of what makes vampires interesting. They've been devolved into a bunch of hipsters with good hair, fast cars, and lots of money. And, the sparkle in the sun thing absolutely kills me. I can't help it, they should burst into flame and turn to ash, dang it!
|The One With Angel|
I managed to stick by that vow until a week ago. A friend of mine mentioned the movie and made it something of a challenge, and, being a twelve-year-old at heart, I could not just walk away. Instead, I paid $8 to see sparkle-vamps blown up to the size of my house. And you know what, I didn't die.
I yawned a lot, and I laughed a lot and I maybe gagged at that whole cheesy wedding scene. I most certainly wanted to kill Bella and her whiny, shaky, someone-help-me self but I contained myself. Even when they had that whole moonlight moment in the ocean, egads, I rolled my eyes but no one saw so it was all good. Well, no, it wasn't, it was one of the cheesiest movies I've ever seen and I survived it only because I MST3K'd the whole thing in my head, but I did survive.
Much like the books, I don't get the attraction of the mopey emo vampire clan. Or the mopey emo wanna-be vampire girl. Or the mopey emo love-sick werewolf. Or the mopey emo confused Dad. There's so much mopey emo in this movie it makes the average funeral look peppy. It is an experience I do not care to repeat. Ever. Just thinking of seeing more sparkle-vamp makes me, well, kinda mopey. I barely made it through the black eyeliner/messy hair/hoodie/slouched shoulders phase of my teen years and have no desire to repeat them on the big screen.
I saw Twilight and I survived. Barely.