Twilight: The Movie

I officially see why there is an obsession.  I was sure that since I had read the series that I would not long for movie number two.  Um, WRONG!  I can’t take it and to be perfectly honest, these people need to just go into production and knock the remaining three out.  It is a must. 

I met a close friend for the movie…Another crazed fan, although she is only half-way through Eclipse.  I am jealous of what she still has left to read, discover and feel. 

We met, our very own indulgent girls night.  I got nachos and a soda and she got some Twizzlers.  We found our seat in the middle of the theater.  We were not surrounded by giggling teenagers oh no, no, no; we were surrounded with other thirty and forty year old women.  Some were seated alone and some grouped together, making small talk, trying to cover up their pure joy in being there to see this movie.  I know because I had nothing but sheer excitement pulsing through my vein in anticipation of what I was about to see.  I just kept telling her over and over that I was so excited that I could hardly take it.  Yes, I was the giggling teenager with the only thing missing being my braces.

The movie was campy and I did agree with the critics, that if you did not read the books you may not have liked it as much.  I say may because I just don’t know how any female could not have felt themselves sweat or near puking with anticipation during their hot “stay real still” so I can kiss you with out killing you scene.  I mean WHAT? 

The best part was seeing the characters verses what I had pictured.  Edward blew me away…there are not words for how I would have just attacked him.  But then his dad rolls on the scene and me and my girlfriend were like, shit he’s hot too and so is Jasper.  We were like crazed, starved people.  But starved of what?  What is it about these books, this movie, and this story that rips your stomach into knots and makes you wish you could go back in time?  At one point I thought to myself that if given the chance to go back, I would just be a serial dater.  I would be someone who just fell in love and then when it got to the tip of routine just bail out and start all over again. 

It was longer than I had expected and satisfying…at times I wished I were there alone, almost embarrassed by the feelings evoked.  When the lights came up all the women got up as if caught in some act.  We did not speak nor even look at each other. Everyone just walked out, excited to get into their cars, alone with their own thoughts and desires.

Going to see it again E…

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