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Originally Posted by
HarleyQuinn22 
They are all the same movie, over and over. Bella wants to fuck Edward. Edward won't give her that sparkle-stick. Jacob wants to pop that pussy. She teases the wolf-stick for a while but ultimately declares her "love" for Edward at the end. This scenario plays in each film, just with a rotating cast of forgettable villains.
I have to out myself here: I read the books. I got dragged to the first movie by the girl I was dating at the time, and even though it was a sappy, retarded teen cash cow... I had to know how it ended. And you know, reading the first book, I can see WHY it was a teen cash cow. Completely average girl gets the guy of her dreams, he's dangerous and protective and mysterious and fucking loaded and he can play the piano, and he saves you (Er, I mean Bella) from a villain who looks like he's a Nickelback roadie. Swoooooon.
But after that point? I'm stupefied. Book 2 (and the subsequent movie) was basically like 600 pages of "I'm depressed. I'm depressed. I'm depressed." Book/movie three evolves the series into TEAM EMOTIONALLY ABUSIVE versus TEAM RAPE KISSER, and the "heroine" you're supposed to be rooting for is basically every flighty, utterly boring high school girl in the world. The assessment that she's revolting is... accurate. The fact that she's portrayed by Kristen Stewart (who has two faces: "I'm pooping" face, and "Blank stare" face) only serves to solidify my hate.
The last book literally got to a point where it didn't even make sense to me anymore. I can't imagine the movie is going to be any better. I can't understand the allure. At all. I mean, I even went beyond the typical gruff man-assessment of "Sparkly vampires? Sounds gay" to try and understand, and there's just... nothing. Nothing here. Weep for the state of humanity.