With a heavy heart, I relinquished to my girlfriend's dastardly request, that is, to watch Twilight. At the first, the experience was pleasant and then it quickly descended into misery. With such great b-movie potential from the crappy effects to the twinkly, toothy teens who stalk the town of Forks, I was so ready for this film to go full John Landis American Werewolf.
Sadly, after an embarrassingly whacky baseball scene, Twilight seems to begin to take itself seriously; this is an immense mistake. The sentimental script and clear lack of chemistry between Pattinson and Stewart suck the life (or blood) out of the film's emotional core, leaving us only with the whacky bits. So, when one fails to play these up, the film topples over, like a skyscraper with no foundation.