
And MAN is that shit ridiculous.
Okay, full disclosure, there was a part of me that totally dug this movie. And would you like to know which part? The thirteen year old me that still held ridiculous expectations about romantic love, and apparently, the part that secretly wants to be Mormon. But more on that later.
In case you don't know what this story is about there's a very enlightening recap
here which also lays bare all the ridiculous LDS references and also includes hilarious pictures of Melanie Griffiths and Bjork.
There has been lots and lots of discussion of the books and the movie throughout the blogosphere, especially regarding the implications of the narrative from a feminist perspective.
But this is what I would like to add to the conversation: I am thoroughly creeped out by the fact that the movie at least is totally pornography for prepubescent girls and sexually unfulfilled midwestern housewives. Because women can't be open about getting pleasure from, you know, ACTUAL SEX, it all has to be cloaked in this insane romance. The story is filled with abstinence propaganda about how it's way better to repress your desire, about how it's somehow more authentic, and even more passionate to abstain until.... until what? You decide you want to become a vampire? Until you want to have hybrid vampire babies? Because it's not socially acceptable for women to express sexual desire or arousal about actual sex, they have to pretend it's actually all about love. Or this weird creepy version of love. When really we all know it's just about boning Robert Pattinson. Which we all want to do. But oh, according to
this he's just too freaked out to date you.
p.s. Holy shit I just realized I'm older than this guy. WTF. That makes me feel ill.