Katie West

I obviously saw New Moon last Thursday night. I went with Shannon and we went downtown. Short version: I loved it.

Long version: The audience was horrible. They were all my age or older. I was the only person wearing a Twilight shirt. The people on one side of us talked, loudly, the entire time. And they were making fun of the movie! Who does that? Goes on opening night just to mock a movie? The person sitting on the other side of us IM’d on her iPhone throughout the entire movie. I wanted to bash skulls. But the worst part was that the audience wasn’t into it. The first time I saw Twilight, I was surrounded by 16-year-old die hard fans and that made it so much more fun. We screamed when Edward came on screen, we cheered when Edward and Bella kissed for the first time, we laughed at the jokes we understood from reading the books. It was a great fucking time. Seeing it downtown with a bunch of twenty-something cynical assholes was not a fun time. I’m going to see it again with my mom in suburbia and there better be a bunch of screeching 14-year-olds, so help me!

The movie itself, well, New Moon is my favourite book of the series, so yeah I loved the movie. I thought it was great. They filmed the forest scene exactly how I saw it in my head when I read it, which was a bonus. Jacob is very hot without a shirt on, and Bella was very sad and she did it very well. The acting overall was much better in this film. This is probably because they actually read the book this time, unlike last time. (Except the chemistry between Jacob and Bella is very bad. Very bad. The chemistry between Bella and Edward, very good.) I may have liked the movie too much actually. I walked home by myself in the rain afterwards and thought entirely too much about the October/November/December scene and then wrote one of those late night emails that we so often regret. And I won’t watch any interviews with the actors or anything because I want to suspend the belief as much as possible that that sorta thing, that sorta love is real. I am almost embarrassed to admit that. Actually I am, because dude, it’s a badly written book about a weak female character who has two strong monster men fighting over her. But that intensity of teenage love, and teenage heartbreak. I don’t know. New Moon reminds me too much of the first time I got my heart broken. I was 19. I’ll tell you about it sometime, maybe. I liked the movie, is what I’m trying to say.

And don’t give me any shit about “oh, but Twilight is horrible! Kids should not be reading it! It’s not literature! It’s badly written fluff!” I know it is, but those kids are now devouring every vampire book they can find, whereas without Twilight, they probably wouldn’t read at all, because they didn’t really like stories about geeky wizards, you know?

And do me a favour? If you have decided you don’t like Twilight, and you’re not gonna like New Moon, don’t fucking go sit in a theatre and mock it, ruining the experience for people who just want to have a good fucking time.

Douchebags.

amandapalmer:

i took a cab back to the cheap hotel where beth had parked herself all day to catch up on email, she’d left me a text with the room number and left the extra key at the door.

my cab driver and i talked about music. he was real nice, i liked him.

he said he ”used to play in a band mahself and all that.”

“really?” 

i said

“yep”

he said

“i was in two bands back in the day. the one that done good, that one recorded two singles. and we got to the whole business and toured and all that.”

“yeah?” 

i said. i was really tired. it was 4:30 in the morning at that point.

“yep. and you know, it got to be where i looked round and i saw that i wasn’t gonna make no money from bein’ in some damn band. but those shows sure did feel good, i liked the playin’.”

“do you still play?” 

i asked

he said

“yep. oh all the time, yep. oh well you know. we play in the living room. sure is fun. but you know how it was, it ain’t a real job, you can’t make any money doin’ it.”

“i know” 

i said.

and i knew.

“yep. you just can’t. it ain’t no way for a person to actually live their life, you know?”

and i said

“i know.”








and i didn’t.

(Before this, AFP writes about the best day of her life, and then ends it like this. It’s perfect.)