For me, the biggest mystery of the “Twilight” books and movies has always been why anybody would want to read the books or see the movies. The sheer awfulness of the writing, and the painfully bad acting and dialogue in the movies, leave me wondering why people don’t burn the books and run screaming from the theaters.
I read the first book and saw three of the movies after being begged — literally — by my teenaged daughters to do so. I picked up the second book in the Twilight series and simply could not bring myself to read it. But I have been informed of the plots in breathless tones over the last few years, so I am pretty familiar with the whole Twilight thing.
Over the weekend, again after much begging, I saw “Breaking Dawn,”and it really was a whole new level of unrelenting horribleness. In addition to bad acting, bad special effects, near-R-rated sex scenes and piles of blood everywhere, the movie was really, really dull. I could just see the director telling the actors, “look at each other meaningfully. Show us you care!” The actors were like zombies without any fresh meat — hopeless, helpless plodding people walking on autopilot, pleading for the whole rotten experience to be over.
So, the scene of grown women proudly saying they love the whole “Twilight” experience and actually bragging about it caused some real alarm. Is this finally the real sign that the Apocalypse is here, intelligent older women lusting after young hotties and not being ashamed about it?
And then I had an epiphany. I now know why so many women love “Twilight.”
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