This was supposed to be a Twilight New Moon review
As I’m typing this blog entry right now, a bunch of lucky people are watching The Twilight Saga: New Moon at the film’s gala premiere in Lido Shaw.

I was supposed to be there too, but a couple of misfortunate things got in the way. First of all, my friend, who was supposed to watch it with it, fell into a sleep-inducing feverish state the night before. Afternoon came, and he declared he was too ill to get out of his bed. Next, I tweeted /and/ Facebook-ed for an unlucky soul who might wish to join me. No such luck. No one cared! Then, in the evening, my lungs started filling up like hot air balloons and my throat acted up. All I wanted to do was stuff curry into my throat. I popped in five Vitamin C tablets instead. A headache set in. The articles I was expecting all day finally came in, and I set to work editing them. Stanley offered to watch New Moon with me, but I suspected it was only because of how terrible I looked. FML.

ABOVE: THE TWEET THAT NO ONE CARED FOR. SAY NO MORE.
So I went home instead, and I’m now vegetating on the couch after some good throat-numbing curry. And then I thought, what the **** was I thinking? Did I seriously want to *shudders* watch that junk? I know I joked about how I really liked the first instalment because I found it so hilarious (Bella looked perpetually drugged, and let’s not forget that classic piggyback scene)… But still, I hated the film sufficiently to be outraged when the credits rolled and Radiohead’s ‘15 Step’ played (/what/ were they thinking! And for that matter, what was Thom Yorke thinking with another tune for New Moon?).
My immune system clearly had more sense to let an army of germs attack my body than let me watch New Moon.
I’m not the only one who doesn’t like Twilight. I found some affirmation very quickly on the net at www.twilightsucks.com (check it out—it’s funny in a sarcastic way) and Time Out Chicago, where Hank Sartin does a great critique. Fine, a lot of people have said the books are really much better than the film(s). To be fair, I haven’t read them. That first movie did it for me, and I doubt I’d have fallen in any deeper for the Twilight franchise even if I’d watched the second instalment. Sorry I couldn’t bring you a first-look review—Time Magazine has a really good one though, which you can check out here. Time Out Chicago has done a brilliant dissection on the Twilight craze, too. And if you’ve caught the film, tell me how it went!
I’m going to sleep away the germs now.
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November 26th, 2009 at 9:34 am
“Stanley offered to watch New Moon with me, but I suspected it was only because of how terrible I looked. FML.”
erm.. no la… i REALLY REALLY REALLY like vampires and werewolves!…. hahahahaaa..
November 27th, 2009 at 8:14 pm
guess what… im ill too. ): so much for the happening long weekend.
November 29th, 2009 at 2:25 pm
Haha be glad your body knew better! A flu bug’s going around though. My fever just went away this morning.
December 1st, 2009 at 8:31 pm
whimper
December 4th, 2009 at 9:10 am
omg…..heng you neh go…my friends are severely traumatised after watchng the show. Even the call for curry rice didn’t save them =(
Take care! You strong broccoli soldier!
December 11th, 2009 at 8:46 am
i saw this book today: “New Moans” by Stephfordy Mayo. “The Twishite Saga”.
here’s news. i watched. (i still can’t believe i watched. i was a victim of circumstances; trust me) and i’m still in awe how that many are infatuated with this trying-too-hard bull crap. director seems to be taking the piss if you ask me.
urgh. hates.