Movie Review: Breaking Dawn
I have this love-hate relationship with
The Twilight Saga. I’m not sure if I’m really
in love with it – I’ve long since realized that the books aren’t really majestic as what I thought they were when I first read them (there are more awesome books out there), but I’ve kept up with all of five movies, seen them in the cinemas with my best friend every year. So I’m dubious if I’m a Twihard or not. But anyway, I might as well write what I think about it like what I had done with the past movies. (I’m writing this while I’m sick, so pardon my filthy grammar and redundancy.)
Rants and Raves: Breaking Dawn I and II (with spoilers)
The casts. I had seen
Twilight without knowing who the casts were – no background idea about them whatsoever. Nobody looked familiar except for Kristen Stewart (the
Panic Room daughter). So you can say I didn’t really have the sufficient knowledge and rights to judge their acting skills and how they got it right/wrong with the roles. But as the movies went by, and I looked up every casts’ names and other projects, I realized that, yes, they got them
right. There were some doubts and criticisms about Stewart and Robert Pattinson’s castings, but they proved them wrong in the end. (You all know how much I love the Robsten tandem.) They grew into their characters and portrayed them well without losing their personalities outside the
Twilight world. They became comfortable and acted lightly like reading minds and producing force fields are the things they do under normal circumstances.
Kristen Stewart. (Yes, I have to allot a separate paragraph for her. That’s my way.) Truth be told, I wasn’t really such a fan of KStew in the early years of the saga. She’s beautiful, yes, but she wasn’t that
stunning in my eyes. I guess my fascination and stalking love for her started when I saw her in
The Runaways as the rock legend Joan Jett. She was fantastic in that movie and proved that she has different emotions, not just a plain, deadpan that bashers think she has. And then she plucked her eyebrows and curled her hair and wore beautiful clothes that showed her curves. I’ve loved her since, and it definitely added to my level of avidness for the movies. When she found herself in a controversy, I wasn’t even bothered for long. I didn’t care. That’s KStew, and that’s what she does, and who cares? It’s not her responsibility to keep you all glued and true to your humanity; she has her own, you have yours. And
okay, back to the saga. Umm, can I just say that she’s really my Bella Swan? I can’t imagine anyone else for that part. (Bias alert! Bias alert!)
The wedding. I don’t remember a lot about the Bella-Edward wedding scene from the book (Bella’s insecurities over Rosalie’s beauty – this I remember, though), but with the first
Breaking Dawn movie, I didn’t need to recall. I loved it: Bella’s dress, the rings, the venue, the colors, the song (“Flightless Bird, American Mouth”) and Charlie Swan, of course. And the love scene with the breaking headboard was
phenomenal.
The wolves. Were amazingly and artistically done. Thank you.
The non-Cullen vampires. I loved how they had shown that not every vampire is pale, chalk white. The diverse races of them bloodsuckers – showing different skin color, body type, language, super powers – were amazing. My favorite non-Cullen vampire would be that drunkard with all the hair and who somehow had a fling with one of the Denali vampire. (Remind me to look him up.) And of course the Volturri will always be
bad ass in my eyes.
Renesmee Carlie Cullen. I just have one question though: why were the younger and teenage Nessie faces computerized? Does she really have to look like her mother and they couldn’t find a fitting one so they resorted to the powers of technology? She’s cute, yes, but while I was watching her I couldn’t push away the thought that she was computerized. (How can someone forget that, though?)
Hot, vampire sex. (I borrowed that phrase from
The Vampire Diaries.) Not trying to be a pervert or anything, but I just really think vampire-Bella and Edward’s love scene in their cabin was
beautiful. It wasn’t the kind of scene that’s pornographic and somehow vomit-inducing and won’t give you spontaneous orgasm; it was just plain beautiful and passionate to watch. And it definitely beats the headboard-breaking, pillow-ripping, bruise-producing escapade. (Remember: Vampire beds aren’t meant for sleeping.)
The songs. After that super melancholic soundtrack from
New Moon (the only song that made it to my playlist was “Possibility”), I never bothered with appreciating the music they put in the movies. But the last installment’s got me all hooked again. The music was amazing and not monotone and “A Thousand Years [Part 2]” crawls into your heart and repeatedly stab it with its words that you just have to cry like shit. I also like “All I’ve Ever Needed” by Paul McDonald and Nikki Reed – they’re adorable. (I made a
BD II OST playlist. Enjoy.)
The last movie, concisely.(Meaning
Breaking Dawn II.) It was
fucked up – in a good way. For starters, it was funny. (I didn’t know vampire Bella was goofy.) I also like all the super imposed elements in the movie, emphasizing Bella’s newly-acquired skill for sharper senses – the drop of water, the blooming of flowers, the humming of birds, the scent of preys – brilliantly crafted. Fast forward to the battle scene, which I should say was very much a life-ruiner and a mind-fucker, thank you. Blame Alice Cullen’s premonition for my unnecessary heart breaking ann cries of shock and pain – the Cullens, the Clearwaters, the Volturri and several unnamed vampires dying was too much to bear. So that was the part I hated the most, together with the pixelated Nessie faces. The battle was technically brilliantly made, butt no more faux dying please?
To close this, even if
The Twilight Saga isn’t my favorite series of all time, it’s still part of me and my best friend’s movie history. It’s not the best there is, but it’s part of the olden times, and thank God for DVDs and soft copies, we can always re-watch it when we feel like we need some dose of nostalgia.
We’ll miss you,
Twilight. (Or more likely, we’ll miss you beautiful vampires, hot-bod wolves and Charlie Swan.)
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Movie Review: Breaking Dawn
I have this love-hate relationship with
The Twilight Saga. I’m not sure if I’m really
in love with it – I’ve long since realized that the books aren’t really majestic as what I thought they were when I first read them (there are more awesome books out there), but I’ve kept up with all of five movies, seen them in the cinemas with my best friend every year. So I’m dubious if I’m a Twihard or not. But anyway, I might as well write what I think about it like what I had done with the past movies. (I’m writing this while I’m sick, so pardon my filthy grammar and redundancy.)
Rants and Raves: Breaking Dawn I and II (with spoilers)
The casts. I had seen
Twilight without knowing who the casts were – no background idea about them whatsoever. Nobody looked familiar except for Kristen Stewart (the
Panic Room daughter). So you can say I didn’t really have the sufficient knowledge and rights to judge their acting skills and how they got it right/wrong with the roles. But as the movies went by, and I looked up every casts’ names and other projects, I realized that, yes, they got them
right. There were some doubts and criticisms about Stewart and Robert Pattinson’s castings, but they proved them wrong in the end. (You all know how much I love the Robsten tandem.) They grew into their characters and portrayed them well without losing their personalities outside the
Twilight world. They became comfortable and acted lightly like reading minds and producing force fields are the things they do under normal circumstances.
Kristen Stewart. (Yes, I have to allot a separate paragraph for her. That’s my way.) Truth be told, I wasn’t really such a fan of KStew in the early years of the saga. She’s beautiful, yes, but she wasn’t that
stunning in my eyes. I guess my fascination and stalking love for her started when I saw her in
The Runaways as the rock legend Joan Jett. She was fantastic in that movie and proved that she has different emotions, not just a plain, deadpan that bashers think she has. And then she plucked her eyebrows and curled her hair and wore beautiful clothes that showed her curves. I’ve loved her since, and it definitely added to my level of avidness for the movies. When she found herself in a controversy, I wasn’t even bothered for long. I didn’t care. That’s KStew, and that’s what she does, and who cares? It’s not her responsibility to keep you all glued and true to your humanity; she has her own, you have yours. And
okay, back to the saga. Umm, can I just say that she’s really my Bella Swan? I can’t imagine anyone else for that part. (Bias alert! Bias alert!)
The wedding. I don’t remember a lot about the Bella-Edward wedding scene from the book (Bella’s insecurities over Rosalie’s beauty – this I remember, though), but with the first
Breaking Dawn movie, I didn’t need to recall. I loved it: Bella’s dress, the rings, the venue, the colors, the song (“Flightless Bird, American Mouth”) and Charlie Swan, of course. And the love scene with the breaking headboard was
phenomenal.
The wolves. Were amazingly and artistically done. Thank you.
The non-Cullen vampires. I loved how they had shown that not every vampire is pale, chalk white. The diverse races of them bloodsuckers – showing different skin color, body type, language, super powers – were amazing. My favorite non-Cullen vampire would be that drunkard with all the hair and who somehow had a fling with one of the Denali vampire. (Remind me to look him up.) And of course the Volturri will always be
bad ass in my eyes.
Renesmee Carlie Cullen. I just have one question though: why were the younger and teenage Nessie faces computerized? Does she really have to look like her mother and they couldn’t find a fitting one so they resorted to the powers of technology? She’s cute, yes, but while I was watching her I couldn’t push away the thought that she was computerized. (How can someone forget that, though?)
Hot, vampire sex. (I borrowed that phrase from
The Vampire Diaries.) Not trying to be a pervert or anything, but I just really think vampire-Bella and Edward’s love scene in their cabin was
beautiful. It wasn’t the kind of scene that’s pornographic and somehow vomit-inducing and won’t give you spontaneous orgasm; it was just plain beautiful and passionate to watch. And it definitely beats the headboard-breaking, pillow-ripping, bruise-producing escapade. (Remember: Vampire beds aren’t meant for sleeping.)
The songs. After that super melancholic soundtrack from
New Moon (the only song that made it to my playlist was “Possibility”), I never bothered with appreciating the music they put in the movies. But the last installment’s got me all hooked again. The music was amazing and not monotone and “A Thousand Years [Part 2]” crawls into your heart and repeatedly stab it with its words that you just have to cry like shit. I also like “All I’ve Ever Needed” by Paul McDonald and Nikki Reed – they’re adorable. (I made a
BD II OST playlist. Enjoy.)
The last movie, concisely.(Meaning
Breaking Dawn II.) It was
fucked up – in a good way. For starters, it was funny. (I didn’t know vampire Bella was goofy.) I also like all the super imposed elements in the movie, emphasizing Bella’s newly-acquired skill for sharper senses – the drop of water, the blooming of flowers, the humming of birds, the scent of preys – brilliantly crafted. Fast forward to the battle scene, which I should say was very much a life-ruiner and a mind-fucker, thank you. Blame Alice Cullen’s premonition for my unnecessary heart breaking ann cries of shock and pain – the Cullens, the Clearwaters, the Volturri and several unnamed vampires dying was too much to bear. So that was the part I hated the most, together with the pixelated Nessie faces. The battle was technically brilliantly made, butt no more faux dying please?
To close this, even if
The Twilight Saga isn’t my favorite series of all time, it’s still part of me and my best friend’s movie history. It’s not the best there is, but it’s part of the olden times, and thank God for DVDs and soft copies, we can always re-watch it when we feel like we need some dose of nostalgia.
We’ll miss you,
Twilight. (Or more likely, we’ll miss you beautiful vampires, hot-bod wolves and Charlie Swan.)
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Already several months had passed, and I am missing
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry more and more each fleeting day. There are just some things in life that we can never forget – especially that something that had given us knowledge, skills, strong relationships and a second home. I am glad that everything in the magical world is now at peace, since Voldemort (yes, I can now say his name; no need to be afraid) had died. I had secretly admired Tom Marvolo Riddle (Voldemort’s birth name) though, because of his intelligence, passion and love for magic. Wasn’t he very clever to think of and conjure his seven
Horcruxes to preserve his life, or form a clan of
Death Eaters who were very loyal to him and would give up their lives just for him to succeed? Not everybody can acquire that much loyalty from people these days. I do not, however, admire him for the way he had carried out all of his plans. He had a good agenda, his means just weren’t morally right. But he still is one of the darkest wizards of all time… and let’s leave it that way.
Oh, for all those who are baffled of what I’m saying here and who the heck I am, my name is
Christine Faye Ordas, and I am an alumnus of Hogwarts. I came from the bronze-and-blue-clad house of the smart ass witch Rowena Ravenclaw and her dictum
“Wit beyond measure is a man’s greatest treasure.” And yes, I know the wonderful Luna Lovegood (she’s such a darling) and Harry Potter’s first crush Cho Chang. I had just left Hogwarts last May. Right now I am trying to pursue a career in magical researches, literature and writing. It’s my dream to inscribe intellectual books, publish and sell them in
Flourish and Blotts for the future Hogwarts students’ use. I am also planning to credibly write for the
Daily Prophet, the magical world’s primary news bulletin. And of course, I will be very much honored to contribute to Mr. Xenophilius Lovegood’s
Quibbler (hence, my interest in magical researches). I have always found the Lovegoods a fascinating family, and I bet working with and for them will be very exciting. Or maybe, in Merlin’s beard’s time, I can write legends and bedtime stories like the famous – and wickedly brilliant – Beedle the Bard.
And that’s how my life goes these days. I am utterly missing my old school, my friends, the Great Hall, the bronze eagle knocker just outside the Ravenclaw common room, Professor Flitwick (the head of our house), Hogsmeade, the Quidditch matches (although I didn’t actually play for the house), the moving portraits, the castle ghosts, the pumpkins on Halloween, the giant pine trees on Christmas, Rubeus Hagrid’s (Hogwarts’ gamekeeper) tea and treacle fudge – even the crabby Argus Filch (Hogwarts’ caretaker) I miss. Maybe I can visit the school grounds sometimes and see how the magical world’s been doing since Voldemort died (I’ve been spending my months in the muggle world, you see). I’ve heard everybody’s been moving on and starting all over again; the ministry is back on work under Kingsley Shacklebolt; and Harry Potter’s scar haven’t been disturbing him since.
All is well, indeed.
And because of that, we should celebrate and drink firewhisky! Oh, I still don’t drink firewhisky; I can take butterbeer or tea or pumpkin juice – just not firewhisky, please.
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