Twilight (hehe, CT)
…Bella could be any Hollywood heroine in love with a good boy whom society callously minsunderstands. She’s Natalie Wood to Edward’s James Dean (in Rebel Without a Cause) or Richard Beymer (in West Side Story). Cathy, meet Heathcliff. Juliet, Romeo.
This brand of fervid romance packed ‘em in for the first 60 years of feature films, then went nearly extinct, replaced by the young-male ftishes of space toys and body-function humour. Twilight says to heck with that…It revives the prcept that there’s nothing more cinematic than a close-up of two beautiful people about to kiss. The movie’s core demographic is so young, its members may not know how uncool this tendency has become. But for them, uncool is hot. And seeing Twilight is less a trip to the multiplex than a pilgrimage to the Lourdes of puberty. It’s the girls’ first blast of movie estrogen…the couple must put off having sex because, well, it could kill Bella. Yet waiting has its own delicious tension.
So Twilight isn’t a masterpiece – no matter. It rekindles the warmth of great Hollywood romances, where foreplay was the climax and a kiss was never just a kiss.