Now, I haven’t read the books.  And I’m going to keep it that way.  I’m very disappointed in some of my male friends and family members who have given in to female, significant others and sold out (let’s see those same female significant others read Fight Club).  I won’t risk a synopsis here, for fear of making some mistake and having devout Twilight fans lash out at me.  But I’ll say it’s a cheesy romance story between a boring teenage girl (Kristen Stewart) and a hunky vampire that can’t seem to stay away from her.

I laughed out loud multiple times during the movie.  So did the nearly packed theater, full of dreamy-eyed, giggly girls.  I’m concerned it wasn’t supposed to be as funny as it was.  Director Catherine Hardwicke has proven to be an uneven director, with her previous films including Lords of Dogtown, and Thirteen.  As with both of those movies, there are some interesting moments, and a whole lot of uninteresting, self-indulgent ones.  With Twilight, there was more of the latter.  And it made for one lame-ass movie.  Unless you’re a die hard fan of the novels (and let me be clear, I’m passing no judgement on the books since I haven’t read them), you’ll be sorely disappointed by this dull story that will make you cry of boredom and tremble with disdain before its two whole hours are up.  For the love of God, skip this.

1 out of 4 stars

Rottentomatoes: 43% - Cream of the Crop: 58%