instal the new version for android The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn, Part 2

Even screenwriter Melissa Rosenberg who usually approaches Meyer’s plots as if they were holy writ, pulls a clever switch with the climax. It’s as if the slumming Bill Condon, who directed the worst Twilight movie in Breaking Dawn, Part I, started thinking, “fuck it,” and decided to laugh subversively at the whole silly business. Even Lautner, over his head as an actor in any kind of movie, seems to be enjoying himself. I don’t really know what to make of the homo-erotic scene in which Jacob strips down like a Chippendale pro in front of Bella’s sheriff dad (Billy Burke) before going wolf on him. KStew and RPatz don’t moon over each other nearly as much since Bella can exercise her vamp muscles by killing helpless animals and giving Edward a hell of a time in bed. Stewart and Pattinson may have their ups and downs off screen, but Bella and Edward are in it for keeps, bonded by their daughter Renesmee who is half-immortal. It helps that human girl Bella Swan (Kristen Stewart) is now a full vampire and doesn’t have to whine all the time about choosing bloodsucker Edward Cullen (Robert Pattinson) or wolfboy Jacob Black (Taylor Lautner). But there’s a smidge of twisted energy in the final chapter as if everyone is relieved to be done with the damn thing.

And now, It’s Over! It’s Over! No more Twilight movies EVER! I’m so joyful that I might be overrating The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn, Part 2 by saying it’s not half bad. All of them redefining cinematic tedium for a new century. It’s Dead! It’s Dead! By which I mean, It’s Finished! It’s Finished! Five movies have been squeezed out of four Stephenie Meyer Twilight books.

Instal the new version for android The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn, Part 2