What. The. Fuck. I want my two hours back and I can’t believe I watched this fuckery. I get it, he bedazzles and she’s in dire need of some adoration and affection, this doesn’t change he’s still creepy as fuck (clearly, pardon my “fucks”).
I’ve literally dreaded this very moment where I needed to watch this film. Was I hoping for some enlightenment? Perhaps, but I should’ve known better. Forgive me, but I almost wanted to like it because of all the hype surrounding this. My friends have tormented me film after film about their awkwardly but fascinating obsession over this damned series. Grown ass women have literally drooled over the mere description of Edward. But for real though, like that bad? Like really? THAT BAD.
If it wasn’t clear before, it sure as hell clear now. I’m completely hating, on that Haterade without a doubt.
And now I need to watch New Moon. Insanity completely out the door.
James: Oh, still stubborn, aren’t we? Is that what makes you so special to Edward?