I read all the Twilight books. Read them all and hated them all. My only real reason for seeing New Moon was to see this boy. Any other reason would put me to shame. And let me say right away, that $9.50 as totally worth it. Do I feel like a pedophile? Hell no! The character Jacob is really the single redeeming aspect of Twilight and even then it's only cause he reminds me of an ex-boyfriend. A half-naked, wet Indian hunk? Yes, please. I intentionally waited a week after the opening day, firstly to see it with my friends, and secondly so I wouldn't offend any of the actual fans who might want to enjoy the movie with my squeals of delight and quiet, yet audible, complaints and critiques (not to mention inappropriate laughter). And the special effects deserve some mention, they were unquestionably better than the last movie, inventive and I mean, it couldn't hurt that they got a new director, had lots more money and, oh ya, Robert Pattinson was only in if for .5 seconds so he and Kristen Stewert's awkwardness was limited to a few scenes. Even that couldn't save this watered down cheese-tastic anti-feminist smut novel franchise.
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