Exactly my brand of heroin
Oh, Twilight. You are exactly what I would have wanted as a teenage girl. As an adult woman who is free to touch her man whenever she chooses, I find you to be a little cheesy. More than cheesy, you are cheestastic. But there is something about you that draws me in every time. WHY??!?!??!? Why is that, Twilight?
Your script could have been stronger, but you managed to include all of the right lines from the book. The soundtrack hit all the right Emo notes and the cinematography was gorgeous. The actors did a fine job, given what they had to work with. Even Mr. Jennie Garth was believable as Carlisle, whom I adore.
But like that eclair I looked at in the Publix bakery the other day, I know that our relationship will ultimately be some what unsatisfying. Oh, I know how good you'd be, with your yummy pudding in the middle and chocolate ganche on the top. I would be in hog heaven while eating you. But then, a few minutes later, I'd feel bloated and on a total sugar high, and I would know the ugly crash would be coming. Somedays I can walk away, like I did in Publix.
But today...today I couldn't walk away.
So, Twilight, we continue our Pas de deux. I will continue to revel in your cheesetastic glory, somewhat anxiously watching until the box office returns are high enough to assure that the sequel is made. But I'll always hate myself, just a little, for not being able to make a clean break; for not being able to walk away. For you, Twilight, are exactly my brand of heroin.