Sparkle
Motion Twilight
vamps into theaters by
Molly Templeton
TWILIGHT:
Directed by Catherine Hardwicke. Screenplay by Melissa Rosenberg,
based on the novel by Stephenie Meyer. Cinematography, Elliot Davis.
Editor, Nancy Richardson. Music, Carter Burwell. Starring Kristen
Stewart, Robert Pattinson, Billy Burke, Taylor Lautner and Peter
Facinelli. Summit Entertainment, 2008. 122 minutes. PG-13.
Edward
(Robert Pattinson) feels pretty
Once again, a movie has done the supposedly impossible: surpassed
the book on which it’s based. Two years ago, Alfonso Cuaron made
the sexist, mediocre Children of Men into something amazing.
Now, director Catherine Hardwicke has taken Stephenie Meyer’s overwrought
teen vampire romance Twilight and turned it into a film that,
while inconsistent and occasionally downright laughable, improves
considerably on the novel, particularly in one key way. It spares
us the narration of Bella Swan (Kristen Stewart), the high school
junior who falls dangerously in love with a mysterious classmate,
the impossibly beautiful Edward Cullen (Robert Pattinson), even
after she discovers he’s a vampire. In print, Bella was prone to
countless thoughts like, “I couldn’t think of anything, except that
he was touching me.” In the film, Bella blinks with distracting
frequency, but she also tones down the worshipful blankness. Sometimes.
That “sometimes” is the central trouble with Twilight. Sometimes,
it’s almost a good movie. Sometimes, the actors playing the Cullen
clan — Edward’s ageless, adopted vampire family — have decent hair
and makeup instead of obvious wigs and pasty white stuff on their
faces. Sometimes, we get a scene with Bella’s father Charlie (Billy
Burke), a warm and slightly baffled father who means well, drinks
Ranier and cleans his guns on the dinner table. Sometimes, the film
adds something downright clever (an art piece made up of the younger
Cullens’ graduation caps) instead of something tired (desaturated
blue light around the undead Cullens; jumpy editing to give the
impression of vampire speed). Sometimes, the sweet flightiness of
Bella’s friend Jessica (Anna Kendrick) makes up for the sourpuss
jilted-prom-queen pout on the face of Rosalie Hale (Nikki Reed),
Edward’s bitchy sister. Sometimes, Edward and Bella’s unconvincing
push-pull relationship — she’s irresistible to him because of her
scent, but he might hurt her, so he pushes her away; she kind of
gets that he’s dangerous, but he’s just so amazing she can’t help
herself — results in a scene in which Bella, momentarily, acts like
she has a thought in her head that’s not about Edward’s beauty.
But for the movie to be consistently good would be asking too much
from the source material. Twilight is a source of endless
debate, especially online, where scathing critiques appear just
one LiveJournal page over from professions of love and devotion
for Meyer’s now four-book saga. Detractors take issue with Bella’s
passiveness, with Edward’s controlling ways and with Meyer’s clunky
writing; fans fall for the romance, the notion of the perfect, stunning,
totally magical guy falling in love with the seemingly ordinary
girl. If one theory about Harry Potter’s overwhelming popularity
is that it’s the wish-fulfillment fantasy of finding out that you
really are special, you can shift that easily to Twilight,
which is the wish-fulfillment fantasy of finding out that you’re
romantically special — to a superpowered immortal who has
to work very hard to control himself around you (metaphor alert,
yes, good, you caught that).
It’s possible to speed through the book in a weekend and find yourself
on the side of the mockers as soon as you’re done — partly because
when it really comes down to it, the best thing about Twilight
is not reading the book, not seeing the movie, but taking part in
the phenomenon. It’s reading blog
entries counting Meyer’s overused words, or blogger
Cleolinda Jones’ Twilight wiki, which tracks her own
responses to the books as well as all the ways the online fandom
has gone batshit crazy over them. It’s finding Robert Pattinson’s
politely baffled quotes about over-the-top fans and
the book’s author; most recently, it’s snorting over a USA
Today
blog which boasts thousands of comments in which dead authors
and fictional characters appear to chime in on Twilight (“I
read Twilight and now I can’t get into Narnia” — Susan Pevensie).
If you’re already a Twihard, you’ve seen the movie twice; if you’re
utterly disinterested, you’re not going to. But if you waffle, keep
in mind that the best part of Twilight is not the part where
Edward sparkles in the sun (for “sparkles,” substitute “looks sweaty
and dusted with glitter”) or even the surprisingly entertaining
game of vampire baseball. It’s following the conversation online
and joining in the big pop culture crazyfest. Oh, and looking at
Edward. ’Cause he is totally pretty.