Unless you’ve been living under a rock for a while, you’ll be thoroughly familiar with the Twilight phenomenon. I myself have never been the greatest fan of vampires, either in fiction or cinema, finding them to be far too…well…dull for my liking. It’s too easy to be a vampire. Good-looking, usually wealthy, strong, fast, blah blah blah. I’m still not 100% sure why people would even like to be vampires. The living off other humans is bad enough, but living forever? Surely that would get boring after a while. There’s only so many times you can go around the world before it becomes repetitive. Taj Mahal? Seen that. The Eiffel Tower? Done that. The Empire State Building? Spat off the roof.
Anyway. I don’t really like to slag things off without some sort of awareness of them, so I finally got around to watching Twilight this evening. I felt I should probably familiarise myself with the story in some form before continuing to vehemently rip it to shreds, and I decided that the film would be quicker to watch than having to trawl through the book. It’s clearly aimed at lovestruck fifteen-year-old girls – oh, the clumsy new girl at school winds up making friends on her very first day (yeah, because that always happens) and catches the eye of the best-looking boy…excuse me, Ms Meyer, can you say “wish fulfilment fantasy”? Anyway. Throughout the entire film, I found myself thinking, “What would Cassidy do?” (If you say you like vampires and you DON’T know who Cassidy is, then go to the back of the class and write “I must go and research Preacher” 800 times).
Exactly why would a family of vampires decide to put itself in harm’s way to protect a human, just because this human is dating one of them? Let’s be rational for a second. Lions don’t decide to date antelope, and if they did, I bet the rest of the pride would just tuck in, regardless of whether or not another pride had their eye on said antelope. Don’t for one minute try and say it’s any different – it’s not. Vampires are predators, humans are prey. Just because they both have the same basic collection of body parts does not make them suitable bedfellows. Look at Morecombe and Wise.
Vampirism has somehow become romanticised in popular culture. Why? What is so ‘romantic’ about a human-shaped leech? Let’s be honest, people, that’s all a vampire is. The beloved Edward even explains this concept to the hapless heroine Bella, and she says she doesn’t care. Ah well, love is blind, and all that. Or, in Bella’s case, simply stupid. The idea of a very old man (Edward has been a vampire since 1918, and if he was 17 when bitten, then he’d be 107 in total by 2008, when the film was released) falling in love with a teenager is just a little creepy, isn’t it? It might look like a seventeen year old male, and sound like a seventeen year old male…but that doesn’t mean that it IS a seventeen year old male (I sound like those campaigns warning about online predators, don’t I?).
I can’t really slag off the book as I still haven’t read it, and based upon the film certainly don’t intend to, but I can certainly dismiss the film as trash. Enjoyable in a ‘chick lit’ kind of way, but trash nonetheless. So Hollywood, if you’re listening, ditch the brooding Sir Fangs-A-Lot and ensure that all future cinematic vampires are Irish drunkards who are pricks as often as they are heroes. Cassidy FTW!
I’m sure Cassidy would have a few choice words to say about all this Twilight business.