Can we talk? Can I be honest with an unpopular opinion and not lose all two of my readers? If not, just tell me. I can take it.
Before we start on the movie, please let me clarify that I did not love the books. I know, I speak heresy. I am not saying I hated the books. Twilight was fine, and even entertaining in places. By the fourth book though, all of the teenage self-doubt clutzy angst was really quite enough to send me screaming. There’s only so much pining for true love that one girl can handle, and I was full about 200 pages into the series.
So, when I told R I would take her to the movie at midnight, I made sure she knew what a HUGE sacrifice I was making. Because honestly, I expected to leave the theater annoyed with a sub-par film marketed only to capitalize on the teenage self-doubt angst filled girls the books drew in like wildfire.
I willnow admit that I was surprised. Without giving away anything you’ve already read, I thought they did a good job with the movie. They certainly captured Bella’s constant confusion, and worry. Her proclamations of trusting him fell a little flat, but they effectively used cinematography to capture the overly emotional girl we fell in love with in the book.
There were a few things I found distracting or outright disliked, but over all I was not disappointed that I spent time and money and also lost sleep to see the movie. Which is lucky for R because now she doesn’t have to be my slave tomorrow to make up for the hours I sacrificed for her.
Wait. Scratch that. I HATED the movie, it was complete and utter rubbish and I am now going to months behind in everything because of the hours I spent getting to and viewing the crap they call entertainment. Think that will buy my lackey back? Because those socks don’t sort themselves. I’m just saying.
Back to the movie. And the book,as well since it’s perpetuated there.
My big giant beef with the Romeo and Juliet story line is this. Does the Edward Myth promote the perfect man syndrome to such a degree (and yes, the girls screamed in the theater in unison- that ear splitting scream- when he appeared on screen. Some of them shed tears over a fictional character being played by an actor on a flat piece of cloth. Totally over the top.) that they expect perfect and are then dissatisfied by good men all around them? Sure, every girl is a sucker for the romance flicks. They aren’t called chick flicks for nothing. And there is a certain degree of satisfaction to the happily ever after endings these movies have. I can admit that.
But it took Edward 107 years to become a perfect man. These mortal men don’t have a snowball’s chance in hell of being that guy. You know, that perfect, gentle but strong, gorgeous, understanding, thoughtful, respectful, generous knight in shining armor. And don’t forget the perfect abs. Even if a real man had 107 years, 90 of it would be spent watching ESPN or playing WoW or something.
How do we encourage our girls to enjoy the fairy tale and appreciate the myth without encouraging them to pass over great guys in hopes that perfection will come along and ride them off into the sunset? How do we teach them to find the diamonds when they shine quietly and don’t sparkle like a vampire in sunlight?