Obviously, this is not about the arrival of my baby. Let’s just get that out of the way right now.
No, this is about Eclipse.
After Twilight came out and then again last fall with New Moon, I felt like the Internet was ablaze with discussion and excitement over the movies. I came home from seeing each one, anxious to see it again (in both cases, I forced Bart to go back with me to see it a second time within a week or so of seeing it the first time).
I was full of things to say about each movie (as evidenced by my insanely lengthy posts here and here), and this time, I feel strangely silent on the topic (Sherry is cheering. Also, notice that despite “feeling silent” I am writing an entire post on it. . . ).
Eclipse was my favorite book by a long, long shot. And the movie was, almost without question, the best of the three so far – many less awkward moments, better acting, better everything, but for some reason, I just didn’t feel the same affinity for this movie as I did for the last two, despite their far lower quality.
We went opening night and instead of the mad house that was the theater on opening night for the previous two releases, the theater was only maybe three-quarters full.
Am I the only one who has no idea what’s going on? Why is no one talking about this?