Yes, I watched. Yes,
I hate myself for watching.
Let me beam brief pride before I serve raging scorn: “The Twilight Saga:
Breaking Dawn Part II” finally gives us something we have not seen yet seen
in this supernatural romance franchise about a young woman torn between moody, control-freak vampire boyfriend (now husband) and moody, control-freak
BFF werewolf: Bella (Kristen Stewart) at last forms a personality of
her own and the initiative to take action on her own. Finally.
Disclaimer: Bella is dead. She is now a full vampire. So, never mind pride. Lady has
a backbone, no pulse. She’s still at home, still controlled. She has to die to get freedom.
Misogynist.
Misogynist.
This last chapter of a two-part flick follows Bella and that vampire soul mate Edward (Robert Pattinson)
as they protect their infant child Renesmee from evil vampire overlords who
want the young girl dead, lest she turn monstrous. Renesemee is half-human, though,
so not a danger, but not quite normal. Her age is a speed train, going to
toddler in mere days, and grade schooler within months. She can fly. Read minds. (I guess she can join the “X-Men” movies?)
Protecting the child
from ritual murder is of such importance that Jacob’s werewolf family is
willing to put aside its long regional war with Edward’s family and fight
alongside them.
Why? Love!
But an intermission: See, this flick is still based on Morman conservative Stephanie Meyer’s novels, a woman whose overall view on females have vexed me for years. She writes submissive women, the kind who like to take abuse, and appreciate it, thrive off it. Men control. Women obey. No shades of gray. Meyer must hate being a woman.
But an intermission: See, this flick is still based on Morman conservative Stephanie Meyer’s novels, a woman whose overall view on females have vexed me for years. She writes submissive women, the kind who like to take abuse, and appreciate it, thrive off it. Men control. Women obey. No shades of gray. Meyer must hate being a woman.
In an
earlier film, Edward visited Bella on the eve of their wedding, I guess to make
sure she behaves, or because he loves her that
much … who knows? Jacob once told Bell, “If I can’t have you, no one will.”
Bella smiled. Romance, huh? Anti-woman. Meyer’s world.
(Myers’ “The Host” is worse, with a female hero who
falls deeper in love with her man after he punches her in the face. Another beau prefers strangulation. Get the theme?)
I bristled
and stewed in those previous movies, but not to the point of turning off the
film and walking away in disgust. I did here. I saw it coming, too.
The scene: Twenty-something wolfman Jacob
(Taylor Lautner) stands by Edward near movie’s end and -– referring to the 9-ish
Renesmee, a child –- says, “Shall I start calling you dad?” The scene’s a joke. Get
it? No? See the 20-year-old Jacob is in love with the little girl and wants to marry
her. He wants her body. He thinks about it. Really.
It’s not his fault. It
just happened! She imprinted on him, whatever the fuck that means. Actually
it means the little girl came onto him, the No. 1 defense of every sick-ass
child molester out there. Look it up. I covered crime and this shit as a reporter, and heard it in court. There is no mystery here. Meyer is into child sex and likely was abused. Often.
(My response to any defense that Jacob-Renesemee’s
love is platonic/chivalric now and only will grow later into sensual love: No.
Director Bill Condon calling the love brotherly-sisterly … does not help. Liar. Even Lautner apparently hated the material, so he says.)
Sure Bella gets rightly angry when she first hears of this hook up, she goes after Jacob, but, hey,
she’s eventually submissive again, them men tell her heel and she does, and this is Myers, and by the climax, Bella
is ready to send off child daughter to live with the man of her destiny, her protector, in secret. A true Meyer woman.
Hell
with this. Hell with it. I hate this film. And every message of submission. Child sexual abuse. Prepping girl brides for marriage to older men. None of this is an accident.
As I write, I fume again, I’ll quit. So, yes, the clean
camera work by cinematographer Guillermo Navarro stuns, the best work of the
franchise, and near any film in 2012. I also had a riotous laugh fest with a long
battle royale near the film’s end which is neither a battle, nor a royale, as good
guys and bad guys literally rip off each other’s heads in some not-semi-serious
fashion that recalls Monty Python at its daftest. It’s really awful.
Fitting. Heads should
roll for this ugly, offensive series of films. This is vile shit, upping child molesters, making controlling abusive men romantic. I cannot believe I watched. The most dmaging to women and children Hollywood franchise ever made, and every film a hit. Maybe it America goes all right-wing, Bible-thumper, it will be more popular. F
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