Pat and I got together with his friends Dave and Bev this weekend, for Japanese food and bowling. We pondered going to see 'Twilight' just for the hell of it.
Then we read the reviews. Apparently, the male lead 'sparkles'. No one could stop laughing after that.
BF was pissed. He couldn't believe that someone had taken one of the coolest monsters in all of Gothic literature and made it into...well, a big fluffy puppy with bad teeth. (My words, not his.)
And then I had a flashback to 'Angel'.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r7UGrQtFfBU 'Magnificent pouf' is by far the best line ever. God, I miss my Blondie-Bear so much! He'd have beaten the everlasting FUCK of out of Edward....oh man, that's a sweet image. I would totally go and see THAT movie.
Hey, 'Twilighters'! There's a better world out there! Buffy and Angel await ye! Sex is great, sex with a vampire...yeah, bring a helmet. For the aftermath if not for the event itself.
Oh, for the record: I'm not against men being sparkly, really! I am very progressive in my concept of traditional gender roles. It's just....oh no, I feel another fit of hysterical laughter coming on.
(And no, we didn't go to see the movie. As it stands now, I'm trying to wash the lame vampire out of my brain with a healthy dose of 'Underworld'.)
--Meg