Frak Twilight.
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Yep, really.
The worst girls in the world get married to the worst boys in the world. By the time these people settle for each other they're nine tenths blind from chronic over masturbation... If you're convincing people that this slop is some definition of love, then it's no wonder my disingenuous bitterness can be seen as a half truth.
If you're talking about that spoiler, then yeah that's exactly what happens, check out Breaking Dawn if you don't believe it.
Some fans were complaining that there wasn't enough blood and gore in the series but when they finally got that in the fourth book they started complaining how violent it was.
As soon as we walked out of the movie, I said to my friends "I'd like to see how they handle the sex scene/morning after and the birth in the 4th film."
Some fans were complaining that there wasn't enough blood and gore in the series but when they finally got that in the fourth book they started complaining how violent it was.
Literary critics.
Okay...just like Movie critics? Well, I have no love, at all, for movie critics. I find they have totally different tastes from the general public, and are usually pushing movies that end up being entirely over-rated. I think they let their own world views 'leak' into their review, and I think Literary Critics do too. It smacks of elitism.
Rob
Scorpio
Personally, I think elitism is underrated. I mean, do you really want to take your artistic cues from the mouthbreathing masses? They gave us disco, McDonalds and Dude, Where's My Car? Flee from the tastes of the mob.
Literary critics.
Okay...just like Movie critics? Well, I have no love, at all, for movie critics. I find they have totally different tastes from the general public, and are usually pushing movies that end up being entirely over-rated. I think they let their own world views 'leak' into their review, and I think Literary Critics do too. It smacks of elitism.
Rob
Scorpio
Personally, I think elitism is underrated. I mean, do you really want to take your artistic cues from the mouthbreathing masses? They gave us disco, McDonalds and Dude, Where's My Car? Flee from the tastes of the mob.
They also gave us Star Wars, The Godfather, Star Trek, Lord of the Rings, and more.
Besides, Dude, Where's My Car got horrible reviews and barely made any money.
Those are the exceptions that prove the rule. They miss most of the things that made those films extraordinary. And in the case of LOTR, most of them couldn't be bothered with the books, and a good chunk of them wouldn't be able to hang even if they tried.
Also, horrible reviews won't stop pieces of very popular crap from making cash. "____Movie", anyone?
Elitism is underrated.
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Stone_Cold_Sisko
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You know, critics in general love The godfather and LOTR. I'm just saying.
Agreed. It's like giving everyone a medal who competes in a race just so they feel good about themselves. 'Twilight' gets a consolation medal.
And I still can't believe that the spoiler is actually what happens - not from a 'oh how cool' perspective but more from a 'how ridiculous' perspective. And given Meyer's writing ability, I'm sure it's a less than compelling scene.
(Highly abridged for copyright legality and such)
Bella's body, streaming with red, started to twitch, jerking around in Rosalie's arms like she was being electrocuted. All the while, her face was blank – unconscious. It was the wild thrashing from inside the center of her body that moved her. As she convulsed, sharp snaps and cracks kept time with the spasms.
...
Her hand came down on Bella's stomach, and vivid red spouted out from where she pierced the skin. It was like a bucket being turned over, a faucet twisted to full. Bella jerked, but didn't scream. She was still choking.
....
Another shattering crack inside her body, the loudest yet, so loud that we both froze in shock waiting for her answering shriek. Nothing. Her legs, which had been curled up in agony, now went limp, sprawling out in an unnatural way.
"Her spine," he choked in horror.
...
The next sound jolted through me, unexpected, terrifying. Like metal being
shredded apart. The sound brought back the fight in the clearing so many months ago, the tearing sound of the newborns being ripped apart. I glanced over to see Edward's face pressed against the bulge. Vampire teeth – a surefire way to cut through vampire skin. I shuddered as I blew more air into Bella.
...
All the king's horses and all the king's men... But there was nothing there, just me, just him. Working over a corpse. Because that's all that was left of the girl we both loved. This broken, bled-out, mangled corpse. We couldn't put Bella together again.
...
I wanted to somehow pour bleach inside my head and let it fry my brain. To burn away the images left from Bella's final minutes. I'd take the brain damage if I could get rid of that – the screaming, the bleeding, the unbearable crunching and snapping as the newborn monster tore through her from the inside out...
...
Everything inside me came undone as I stared at the tiny porcelain face of the half-vampire, half-human baby. All the lines that held me to my life were sliced apart in swift cuts, like clipping the strings to a bunch of balloons. Everything that made me who I was – my love for the dead girl upstairs, my love for my father, my loyalty to my new pack, the love for my other brothers, my hatred for my enemies, my home, my name, my self – disconnected from me in that second – snip, snip, snip – and floated up into space. I was not left drifting. A new string held me where I was.
Not one string, but a million. Not strings, but steel cables. A million steel cablesall tying me to one thing – to the very center of the universe.
I could see that now – how the universe swirled around this one point. I'd neverseen the symmetry of the universe before, but now it was plain.
The gravity of the earth no longer tied me to the place where I stood.
It was the baby girl in the blond vampire's arms that held me here now.
Renesmee.
Bella's body, streaming with red, started to twitch, jerking around in Rosalie's arms like she was being electrocuted. All the while, her face was blank – unconscious. It was the wild thrashing from inside the center of her body that moved her. As she convulsed, sharp snaps and cracks kept time with the spasms.
...
Her hand came down on Bella's stomach, and vivid red spouted out from where she pierced the skin. It was like a bucket being turned over, a faucet twisted to full. Bella jerked, but didn't scream. She was still choking.
....
Another shattering crack inside her body, the loudest yet, so loud that we both froze in shock waiting for her answering shriek. Nothing. Her legs, which had been curled up in agony, now went limp, sprawling out in an unnatural way.
"Her spine," he choked in horror.
...
The next sound jolted through me, unexpected, terrifying. Like metal being
shredded apart. The sound brought back the fight in the clearing so many months ago, the tearing sound of the newborns being ripped apart. I glanced over to see Edward's face pressed against the bulge. Vampire teeth – a surefire way to cut through vampire skin. I shuddered as I blew more air into Bella.
...
All the king's horses and all the king's men... But there was nothing there, just me, just him. Working over a corpse. Because that's all that was left of the girl we both loved. This broken, bled-out, mangled corpse. We couldn't put Bella together again.
...
I wanted to somehow pour bleach inside my head and let it fry my brain. To burn away the images left from Bella's final minutes. I'd take the brain damage if I could get rid of that – the screaming, the bleeding, the unbearable crunching and snapping as the newborn monster tore through her from the inside out...
...
Everything inside me came undone as I stared at the tiny porcelain face of the half-vampire, half-human baby. All the lines that held me to my life were sliced apart in swift cuts, like clipping the strings to a bunch of balloons. Everything that made me who I was – my love for the dead girl upstairs, my love for my father, my loyalty to my new pack, the love for my other brothers, my hatred for my enemies, my home, my name, my self – disconnected from me in that second – snip, snip, snip – and floated up into space. I was not left drifting. A new string held me where I was.
Not one string, but a million. Not strings, but steel cables. A million steel cablesall tying me to one thing – to the very center of the universe.
I could see that now – how the universe swirled around this one point. I'd neverseen the symmetry of the universe before, but now it was plain.
The gravity of the earth no longer tied me to the place where I stood.
It was the baby girl in the blond vampire's arms that held me here now.
Renesmee.
Sorry. Three lines into that and I hick upped, my eyes glazed ove and I retreated.
Knight Rider is poetry.
Knight Rider is poetry.
I've heard people saying Buffy is the first good vampire style flicks out there. i found Buffy trashy and teenage syndrome boring....and I was a teenager when Buffy started...
You want classic well done good Vampire stuff? Go with the books that started the modern vampire craze with Anne Rice novels.
Interview with a Vampire and so forth.
You want classic well done good Vampire stuff? Go with the books that started the modern vampire craze with Anne Rice novels.
Interview with a Vampire and so forth.
I agree that elitism is underrated. For something to have universal mass appeal, it's got to appeal to retards too. There are rare exceptions, like The Godfather or The Dark Knight or the Harry Potter books, but most popular things are not high art. The two are almost mutually exclusive.
SoirX's post says it all, that is some crap, crap writing. It quotes Humpty Dumpty unironically! And it's beloved by the masses.
Yes, elitism is underrated. Critics serve a purpose in the art world. I still miss Ebert & Roeper, because those guys have steered me clear of stinkers and steered me towards some of my favorite films.
SoirX's post says it all, that is some crap, crap writing. It quotes Humpty Dumpty unironically! And it's beloved by the masses.
Yes, elitism is underrated. Critics serve a purpose in the art world. I still miss Ebert & Roeper, because those guys have steered me clear of stinkers and steered me towards some of my favorite films.
Wow. Plot point aside, that was spectacularly bad writing verging on comedy. Although I'm not able to say never having picked up a romance novel in my life; but I can't imagine that's par for the course.
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