Yesterday, At The Atlantic

I went to see Eclipse over the weekend. I'd say I did so you didn't have to, or for the children, or something, but really, I needed a large July 4 blockbuster and there was nothing else locally available. I freely admit there were some good bits—a couple of the folks playing young Cullens are dandy. But still:

It's really not Bella's passivity, or the obsessiveness of her love affair with Edward. It's in the scene where Bella tells Rosalie she's sure there's nothing she'll ever want more than Edward, and Rosalie tells Bella she's going to want blood. No one in the universe has anything they really want, anything they really care about, other than their partners. Vampires and wolves stick to their own sides of a river? Hey, historical rules aren't that important. Worried about your daughter having an obsessive love affair? It'll prove to be not that important when she shows up and tells you she's engaged. Your somewhat flaky mother makes a really thoughtful gesture and gives you a quilt? Give her a long hug and prepare to ditch her anyway. Your friends are going off to live their lives and go to college and figure out what the hell they want to do (in the words of a charming Anna Kendrick, rising above some deeply dreadful writing)? These are the concerns of mere mortals.

Seriously, I think I want an Alice and Jasper movie. Now there's a love story. Boy joins Confederate Army. Boy meets girl. Boy gets vampired. Boy embarks on Southwest murder spree. Boy meets psychic girl. Boy gives up murder in favor of looking pretty awesome in Northwest meadows. None of this "but what if I endanger your soul nonsense."