Twilight 4.2 happened to me recently. If you'd like my thoughts on the previous films in the series to prepare yourself, you can find them
here,
here, and
here. There's no working link to my New Moon review, so I have reproduced it below for the sake of completism. Regardless, Breaking Dawn Part 2 is kind of amazing. Read along for
the goods...
Also, I'd like to point out something that I've noticed about what I've written about the Twilight experience. I've been judgy and a little off-the-cuff with these movies, but I've also had a lot of fun writing about them (even the time I got hit in the face with a New Moon t-shirt from one of those t-shirt guns like what killed Maude Flanders). As far as keeping up a tradition with a franchise I wasn't a huge fan of, these films were way preferable to the Saw movies...
NEW
MOON
So
free-thinking High School loner Bella and sparkly vampire Edward are
together, moping magnificently throughout their Pacific Northwest
High School. Then a papercut turns everything upside down, and the
Cullens disappear, leaving our girl Bella a depressive adrenaline
junkie with a journal full of flowery sadness. Fortunately, lurking
in the shadows is another supernatural dreamboat, this time
newly-buff werewolf Jacob, who wants to give his all to make sure
that Bella is happy and safe.
The
only supernatural force, it seems, that isn't devoting itself to
protecting Bella: the Volturi. The Volturi are a mysterious clan of
vampires who rule from their mini-fortress in Italy. They maintain
absolute secrecy as to the existence of their own kind, though they
apparently feast on packs of tourists by the busfull. And it's to
them Edward has gone, in order to commit a complicated form of
ritualized suicide. Because he thinks Bella is dead, and, despite
being 109 years old, he's a guy who doesn't really know what it is
that he wants.
That
old Three's Company paradox of a labyrinthine plot that could be
straightened out if people talked directly to one another... Well,
New Moon has that by the fistful. And judging by the response of the
audience at the pre-opening night screening I attended, New Moon also
has puppies and expensive Belgian chocolate and the finest of
champagnes, because that's the kind of response it got.
I
can't hate: this is certainly more consistent and visually
interesting than its predecessor, and its overwrought silliness is
infectious, like a Smiths B-side or mononucleisis. Check your brain
at the door and enjoy...