The new Twilight movie is less quirky than its predecessor. New Moon is a more polished affair from About A Boy director Chris Weitz – Catherine Hardwicke‘s original was less even, but reflected the awkwardness of youth in its structure. Was this deliberate, or a by product of the book? Who knows. Regardless, your reviewer was very much not in the target audience and found it rather fun.
There’s a moment when the whining girl at the centre of it all develops a death wish, thinking it will bring back her estranged vampire squeeze. She hurts herself – ow! And her new romantic hopeful, the hunksome Neanderthal Jacob, takes off his entire T-shirt to clean up her tiny, tiny cut. Look at that six pack! Phwoaarr! At least, that’s what might have happened if the genders had been reversed, but, chances are, this transfixed a good deal more women than they let on. Laughter, though, was a perfectly natural response. The scene was ridiculous, but rather like the appearance of Michael Sheen as the head vampire, it was great pantomime. The achingly sincere teenage brooding also fell into this category, as did the way the whining girl plays boys off against one another like she just can’t help it.
News hour, with Jerry Caesar 