Thank you for filling in all the holes, holes which might not be there with perhaps a better screenplay -- although the movie is already unbearably long as it is.
I never said I was disinterested in the movie. And if you haven't noticed I tend to have a lot more to say about movies I don't like than movies I do. It's the MST3ker in me.
First you didn't even notice my clever title for the post, which not only tells you I watched the movie "New Moon" on Sunday but is sort of a spin on the Duran Duran song "New Moon on Monday." Get it? I was well chuffed when I came up with that. Wait, have you heard of the group Duran Duran? >: P
Second, I was just stoked I remembered all the characters from the first movie, names and all. That right there is pretty complimentary, you realize.
Anyway, I'll only address one or two things. First, Brian. Do you want to hear the whole story here? I could practically write a whole book. I'll try to be brief.
Brian was a freshman when I was a sophomore. I met him in marching band (he was a clarinetist). He had soft, long blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, and befriended me because I looked sad after my fiance broke our engagement. We had a lot in common and became inseparable after that.
I fell in love with him, after (or perhaps in spite of) realizing his friend "Danny" back home was actually "Dani," as in Danielle, his high school girlfriend.
We spent every night roaming the campus until very late, then slept together (platonically) in each other's beds. He kissed me once on my arm when he thought I was asleep; I'll never know why the hell I kept pretending I was.
He knew how I felt about him, didn't change our friendship, but it was just not to be.
After a magical year, I discovered he was actually doing no schoolwork to speak of (amazing I got anything done, now that I think about it). He flunked out and his parents shipped him off to the Coast Guard.
I heard from him once a year later when he called me -- this was after a year of basically never wanting to get out of bed, easily the most depressed I have ever been in my entire life. I even went with Tery to see him and his new girlfriend in Seattle once back when we first met. That was the last I heard from him. Losing touch with him (not my choice, obvs) might be the biggest regret and heartbreak of my life.
So yeah, I can see Bella sitting in front of the window as the seasons pass by very easily.
Your claim of Native American werewolves seems kind of flimsy, but I guess it's better than the thought that old Stephanie was trying to put her own original spin on the legend, since I don't know any Indian folklore either to argue.
If Edward thinks Bella is dead why would he call her father rather than wait and see what Alice finds out? Doesn't he know Alice went back? I still take issue with that scene.
If gay marriage is denied on the grounds of being "unnatural," I say vampire marriage is even moreso and shouldn't be allowed.
I choose all my words very deliberately. The repetition of heavyhanded was no accident. I was heavyhandedly trying to emphasize it.
Re: & the third and final strike in my campaign to just babble until you forget what we're talking a
Date: 2010-04-28 04:52 pm (UTC)Thank you for filling in all the holes, holes which might not be there with perhaps a better screenplay -- although the movie is already unbearably long as it is.
I never said I was disinterested in the movie. And if you haven't noticed I tend to have a lot more to say about movies I don't like than movies I do. It's the MST3ker in me.
First you didn't even notice my clever title for the post, which not only tells you I watched the movie "New Moon" on Sunday but is sort of a spin on the Duran Duran song "New Moon on Monday." Get it? I was well chuffed when I came up with that. Wait, have you heard of the group Duran Duran? >: P
Second, I was just stoked I remembered all the characters from the first movie, names and all. That right there is pretty complimentary, you realize.
Anyway, I'll only address one or two things. First, Brian. Do you want to hear the whole story here? I could practically write a whole book. I'll try to be brief.
Brian was a freshman when I was a sophomore. I met him in marching band (he was a clarinetist). He had soft, long blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, and befriended me because I looked sad after my fiance broke our engagement. We had a lot in common and became inseparable after that.
I fell in love with him, after (or perhaps in spite of) realizing his friend "Danny" back home was actually "Dani," as in Danielle, his high school girlfriend.
We spent every night roaming the campus until very late, then slept together (platonically) in each other's beds. He kissed me once on my arm when he thought I was asleep; I'll never know why the hell I kept pretending I was.
He knew how I felt about him, didn't change our friendship, but it was just not to be.
After a magical year, I discovered he was actually doing no schoolwork to speak of (amazing I got anything done, now that I think about it). He flunked out and his parents shipped him off to the Coast Guard.
I heard from him once a year later when he called me -- this was after a year of basically never wanting to get out of bed, easily the most depressed I have ever been in my entire life. I even went with Tery to see him and his new girlfriend in Seattle once back when we first met. That was the last I heard from him. Losing touch with him (not my choice, obvs) might be the biggest regret and heartbreak of my life.
So yeah, I can see Bella sitting in front of the window as the seasons pass by very easily.
Your claim of Native American werewolves seems kind of flimsy, but I guess it's better than the thought that old Stephanie was trying to put her own original spin on the legend, since I don't know any Indian folklore either to argue.
If Edward thinks Bella is dead why would he call her father rather than wait and see what Alice finds out? Doesn't he know Alice went back? I still take issue with that scene.
If gay marriage is denied on the grounds of being "unnatural," I say vampire marriage is even moreso and shouldn't be allowed.
I choose all my words very deliberately. The repetition of heavyhanded was no accident. I was heavyhandedly trying to emphasize it.