Twifright

I keep trying to come up with something interesting to say about the new Twilight movie, which I clearly saw 'this morning' at 12 a.m. and thus was pretty tired and cranky the entire time which is god's way of saying you're too old for Twilight. Not to mention, the theatre was maybe 800 degrees and I was sandwiched between my sister and a couple of 12-year-olds who were whispering sweet nothings into each other's ears so loudly that I almost felt as if I was the one being whispered to, which is disconcerting to say the least. So basically I have become the Old Man Jenkins of the Twilight scene who runs around the theatre waving his rake in the air. I have to say, I spent the entire time distracted by Kristen Stewart's wig. There was something alive about it, and yet clearly not alive. And then there was Robert Pattinson, who used to be dreamy, because all English boys are, but now is not, because he probably hangs out in rugby jerseys and boxers when he's not promoting a film and doesn't shower and drinks too much Guinness. And oh well, Taylor Lautner does not fancy the ladies! So-whether interesting, or not-that's my take.