team edward, team jacob, team ehh
November 20th, 2009
Here is why I loved the movie Twilight.
I am old. Not old as in Edward-Cullen old. Or even old as in grandmother-that-Bella-dreams-herself-as-in-the-opening-scenes-of New Moon old. I’ll be 40 next year, and 40 is the new 2o and yadda yadda, but as far as my readers are concerned, and my own kids, I’m old. But even so, I still love to feel that crazy exhilarating pitter-pat in my chest/stomach/heart region that an amazing love story, or really, any moving story, can bring on. The thing with being old is that it gets harder. You get pickier (it’s one of the reasons I’ve taken to writing my own dang love stories, I’m just that picky). That crazy pitter-pat, which happened all the time when you’re sixteen, it strikes with a little less frequency when you’re 36. Or, ahem, 39.
I went to Twilight with my friend Sarah (a fogey about my age) at the 11 a.m. showing last year to see what this studio Summit was all about because at that point Summit was interested in optioning If I Stay. I’d devoured Twilight but wasn’t exactly expecting miracles from the movie. But miracles happened. I got the pitter pat. I swear, I was crazy/giddy after the movie, fluttery even. I think I attacked my husband Nick that night. I saw the movie, oh, twice more in theaters, and, oh, a handful of times (cough, three) on DVD. And I got all fluttery every time.
So, I was all primed for New Moon. Sarah and I had a date again, though this time instead of it being the two of us, giggling at a morning showing, it was me, her, her husband, and like 7 tweens. I wanted the pitter pat. I did not want to laugh in an ironic snarky way. I did not want to yawn. But, alas, that is what happened.
Maybe it’s because I’m not Team Jacob so the (repeated) sight of his muscled torso didn’t do much for me (also, I’m more attracted to Edward’s punk-skinny body complete with the jutting hips, which we only got to see like once!).
You can’t really blame the movie. The draw of Twilight is the exquisite unrequieted love between Edward and Bella, the kisses that can’t happen because he might kill her. And there was none of that here. Just a papercut. And a lot of brooding. So the source material isn’t as chastely sexy. And there’s a certain amount of cheese inherent in über-romantic stories like this. The original Twilight cut the cheese (ha ha) with a lot of attitude and a funky, punky style. This one plays right into it with sweeping cinematic score and not so much irony and humor.
All of which won’t matter much at all to the target demographic, the tweens and teens who filled the theater and screamed every time Jacob appeared shirtless and at the movie’s clever, romantic ending. And according to the LA Times, New Moon is on track to beat the record for highest single box-office day ever. Which delights me on many levels. For one, any time a YA book or movie does well, it is good for the rest of us YA authors. For two, I like anything that makes so many girls so happy.
But for me, ehh, I guess if you’re an old lady like myself, you need a bit more to kickstart the flagging heart. Maybe something like, I dunno, an Eclipse? I’ll let you know in about seven months. Alas, I won’t be attacking the husband tonight.