Dodging Silver Bullets to a Silver Screen
Once shirts come off, you know things are about to get serious. But then shirts keep coming off and you realize what could have been a collection of sporadically and strategically placed shirtless shots of Taylor Lautner has become an abdominal-centric film. Because in the Haus of New Moon, no one can survive without pecs and delts.
That’s just what New Moon was for me.
I have lots of Thanksgiving Break relaxation to catch up on, so I’ll make this quick:
The ever-present cheesy dialogue, awkward kissing moments (the less you know about the female anatomy, the better, Robert Pattinson) and underused talent (I wanted Dakota Fanning to have more lines!) didn’t make the movie terrible—as it was definitely a step up from the first. However, New Moon is nothing more than buffer for the hopefully epic Eclipse. With such a swiftly approaching release (June 2010), there is almost no wonder why this sequel felt empty and superficial.
Most of what I remember from the movie was Taylor Lautner. That’s it. He definitely stepped up to the challenge of his role. Though he appropriately overshadowed the pale, lipstick-laden and gross-looking RobPatz, Lautner did, however, seem a bit too dolled up for the part. But that didn’t stop me from laughing every orgasmic yelp from teenagers in the theater.
Supporting characters, specifically the wolf tribe were poorly cast. I felt no sense of family among the clan and their strange CGI wolf forms left much to be desired. I would have liked to see Where The Wild Things Are-type weres. Maybe next film? More humanism and less special effect glamour.
Aside from that, as usual, Kristen Stewart was just dumb.
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