James Dempsey: Once bitten, twice shy - Why I’m happy to see the back of Twilight
Published 20/11/2012 | 10:43
EYEBROWS were raised recently when Mark Kermode, the rockabilly-quiffed BBC film critic declared the Twilight Saga a better series than Star Wars. Well, the BBC has gotten an awful lot of things wrong of late.
The principal tenet of Kermode’s argument in favour of la via Bella is that it represents an ideological schism between the film critic fraternity and the cinema-going public. On the one hand is a bunch of braying and greying auteur acolytes, positively foaming at the mouth at the thought of the juicy morsels of Jacob’s flesh and Edward’s impossibly perfect hair ready for critical grilling on hot coals. On the other, a bunch of teenage girls and middle-aged women, positively foaming at the mouth at the thought of the juicy morsels of Jacob’s flesh and Edward’s impossibly perfect hair ready for their last cinematic hoorah.
The popular media, as Kermode wrote in The Guardian, feels “dutybound to be sniffy about Twilight without having seen the films, read the books, or attempted to understand why they mean so much to so many.” Take it from someone who has done all three, this series is unforgivably poorly produced, written, acted and conceived to the point that it is entirely valueless. If the best that can be said about the series’ five films is that the first one is so bad it’s good, what’s the point of even bothering?