Slowly Going Bald

I'm reviewing it for the paper this weekend (the film). Working title of my review: "Tween of the Damned"

I think the movie should be called, "Cedric Diggory and the Chamber of Hormones"

And no, it's not very clever but Harry Potter hysteria was adorable and did not, to my knowledge, involve hormonal teenyboppers swooning over a pale, creepy stalker with abandonment issues!*

* Harry Potter isn't a stalker.

Is there anywhere I might hide (a cave, or basement perhaps?) so that I might wait this whole tween vampire melodrama out? How many books are there anyway? Please tell me its not a Harry Potter sized series.

Is it sad that I was just happy to see Cedric alive and kicking again? Well, wait, are Vampires alive?

Sarah, I think there are only 3. Meanwhile, just think about the Book 6 movie coming out in July.

There are 4 books. I somehow read all of them. They are horrendous, but I'll be seeing the movie because it's going to be such a trainwreck.

I didn't make the Pattinson/Cedric connection until just now. I knew the guy looked kind of familiar, but I didn't give it much thought, since Twilight looks like the dumbest thing I've ever seen.

I would just like to point out that the above Sarah C. is not the one who is the "Sis" of Daniel. Sorry if that confused you, Malinda.

Yeah, Mr. Diggory can act every now and again. I'm waiting with bated breath for his indie film, How To Be, to hit theaters. It's film festivals and I've heard mostly good things.

As for Twilight, I love all things vampire but my love may have run out with this movie and book series.

Ooh, sorry about the Sarah C. confusion. I will now be known as Sarah W. C.

Actually, I don't like Sarah W. C. After thinking about it, it sounds dumb. My last name is Connor, I'll use that. (Yes, Sarah Connor. Feel free to make Terminator jokes.)

If you can, also check out James Wolcott's piece in the latest Vanity Fair:

"No portrait in fine-fingered elegance (“Finished with the last bite of lasagna, I lifted a glass and chugged the remains of my milk”), Bella rues the disparity between his spectral aura and her clay form. “He looked like a god. I looked very average, even for a human, almost shamefully plain.” Yet Edward is captivated by Bella’s heavenly scent (“You smell so good in the rain”) and craves her company (“I crave your company”), his “cold, marble lips” intended only for her hot little pucker."

If you can get somebody to read it aloud, even better.

If you can, also check out James Wolcott's piece in the latest Vanity Fair:

"No portrait in fine-fingered elegance (“Finished with the last bite of lasagna, I lifted a glass and chugged the remains of my milk”), Bella rues the disparity between his spectral aura and her clay form. “He looked like a god. I looked very average, even for a human, almost shamefully plain.” Yet Edward is captivated by Bella’s heavenly scent (“You smell so good in the rain”) and craves her company (“I crave your company”), his “cold, marble lips” intended only for her hot little pucker."

If you can get somebody to read it aloud, even better.

If you can, also check out James Wolcott's piece in the latest Vanity Fair:

"No portrait in fine-fingered elegance (“Finished with the last bite of lasagna, I lifted a glass and chugged the remains of my milk”), Bella rues the disparity between his spectral aura and her clay form. “He looked like a god. I looked very average, even for a human, almost shamefully plain.” Yet Edward is captivated by Bella’s heavenly scent (“You smell so good in the rain”) and craves her company (“I crave your company”), his “cold, marble lips” intended only for her hot little pucker."

If you can get somebody to read it aloud, even better.

http://www.vanityfair.com/culture/features/2008/12/twilight200812