And so it came to pass:
'Come to the cinema with me, you owe me a movie. I came to see Samsara with you, didn't I?' she said.
'Yeah, but as I recall you really liked it -'
'And then you went and wrote about us going to see it on the internet and really misrepresented me. That conversation we supposedly had was almost completely fake. Please don't do that again.'
'As if,' I said. 'Anyway, it was sort of based on fact, you've got to funny it up so people keep reading... hang on, as I recall you didn't have to pay to see Samsara.'
'All right, so I'll pay for you if you come to the pictures with me. It's only fair you keep your side of the deal...'
'I didn't even know we had a deal.'
'You keep saying you'll go and watch anything, so prove it.'
'Oh, all right. What is it you want to see so badly?'
This is how years of guilt-free avoidance of The Twilight Saga end, not with blissful ignorance but with a pester. Yes, I went along to see Breaking Dawn – Part 2, directed by Bill Condon – what can I say, it seemed like the honourable thing to do at the time. I was under orders to 'keep an open mind' as the film rolled, and for my own part had done my best to avoid doing any research into what had happened in the previous four movies. This promised to be an interesting experiment (the diaries of Frankenstein, Jekyll, and Oppenheimer probably contain similar sentiments). I would normally warn you that what follows may contain spoilers, but the word 'spoil' is sort of misleading in this context.
Anyway, the credits rolled, depicting rolling vistas of forests and mountains and the first thing to cross my open mind was 'this is all a bit Lord of the Rings-y'. I was quickly introduced to Bella (Kristen Stewart, thin and pretty), a young woman who had apparently just been turned into a vampire by her husband Edward (Robert Pattinson, thinner and prettier) – funny, most men complain when their wives become life-draining parasites. I figured all this out eventually despite the fact that there is a long scene where the two of them are blatantly reflected in a mirror and they spend most of the film walking around in the sunshine. Hmmph.
Following a heftless CGI sequence which concludes with Bella chowing down on a defenceless cougar, I learned that her offspring was being looked after by a bunch of other so-called vampires, whose smug and bland wholesomeness put me in mind of a religious cult. They all live in very nice houses in the woods. Hanging around was a character called Jacob (Taylor Lautner, who comes across as a distinctively bad actor – no mean feat in this film) who turned out to be a werewolf. It seemed that Jacob had fallen in love with Bella and Edward's baby, which was an eye-opening plot development to say the least.
Anyway, the creepy good-guy vampires gave Bella and Edward their own house, complete with bedroom, which was the cue for a brief bout of whoa-ho-ho for the new parents and quick game of Whose Leg Is That? for the audience. (Not bad for a series which I understand began as abstinence porn.) We were quite a way into the film by this point and the only properly scary thing in this vampire-and-werewolf movie had been Bella and Edward's CGI baby.
However, things perked up – briefly and mildly – as we had a bit featuring Michael Sheen and Maggie Grace, both of whom I normally like (for somewhat different reasons, admittedly). Sheen plays an evil Italian vampire – finally! Evil vampires! – whom Grace, apparently playing a conflicted vampire of some kind, tips off to the existence of Bella's kid. The evil vampires think she is a vampire kid, which is apparently against the vampire rules. (She isn't, being technically what's known as a dhampir, but as the film seems to only have a nodding acquaintance even with the concept of what it means to be a vampire, she's never referred to as such.) And so Sheen musters his force of evil vampires ('this is all a bit Harry Potter-esque', I thought) with a view to creating all sort of mischief for the two leads.
The good guy so-called vampires rally round Bella and Edward, along with some faintly duff CGI werewolves (Count von Count from Sesame Street doesn't show up, but two people with the same accent do). All the vampires have different special super-powers ('this is all a bit X-Men-ish,' I thought), such as being a bit sparky, seeing the future, causing massive earthquakes or being able to emit deadly toxic vapours (I have a similar ability after five pints of cider).
Eventually (finally!) the two sides face off in the snowy wastes. There is a great deal of chit-chat at this point. Will there be a big fight? Will the bad guys listen to reason? Ooh, ooh, they're going to fight – oh, no they're not. Hang on, it looks like they're – oh, they've calmed down again. This goes on for quite a long time and is especially tedious as you know there's inevitably going to be a big ruck. And so it proves. Much heftless CGI japery ensues, with many (I presume) much-loved and iconic characters meeting with spectacular ends. Crikey. But then – it turns out the whole fight never actually happens, and everyone is alive again, even the villains! (Well, someone who I quite like stayed dead, which annoyed me a bit.) And they all decide to settle their differences amicably and go home, which was a gobsmacking way of concluding an epic fantasy series.
(Stephenie Meyer, I am going to start a charity called Toffee For People Who Can Write. Here's how it will work: it will find people who are writers and make sure that they receive toffee. If you can write, you will get toffee. But, Stephenie Meyer, no toffee for you! No toffee for Stephenie Meyer! Ahem.)
I was a bit worried about how I was going to discuss this film with my companion (who has seen the rest of the series) without offending her. But luck was on my side.
'Oh my God, I'm so sorry! That was terrible. I was afraid you were going to walk out.'
Hmm, well, to be honest that was never really on the cards – how often do you get a major studio release quite as astoundingly bad as this one? Breaking Dawn – Part 2 is very obviously aimed at the existing fanbase, for there are no concessions made to newcomers like myself, but this doesn't excuse...
Well, the utter banality of most of the script, to be honest. This film makes being an immortal superhuman killing machine actually seem really boring. I find it difficult to put into words just how vapid most of these characters are. Meyer's vampires are missing their fangs, but the absence of another pair of bodily items is more keenly felt.
The sole exception to this is Michael Sheen as the main villain. Now, I like Michael Sheen very much and have enjoyed his performances in many other films. Here, Sheen is given very little to work with, script-wise, and as a result clearly just thinks 'Ah, sod it, may as well just have some fun.' As a result his performance is so staggeringly camp and over-the-top it is probably best viewed via the Hubble space telescope. He is absolutely the best thing in this movie, but then again this is saying very little.
The fierce innocuousness of this movie means that, despite featuring more beheadings than Highlander and scenes of small children being hurled onto bonfires, it is still only a 12 certificate. Anyone much under 12 shouldn't watch it, while I doubt anyone much over the age of 12 would really want to.
It's just soul-crushingly pointless, utterly bereft of any kind of mythic or metaphorical power or texture. If you look at the vampire and werewolf movies of the 60s, the vampire is symbolic of something alien and hostile: the menace, the threat to the established order. Apparently pretty much bereft of their need to drink human blood, and able to wander about cheerfully in the sunlight, what exactly are the Twilight vampires supposed to represent? Before seeing the film I was musing on how the vampire has gone from being a monstrous threat to a representation of the outsider, hence the rise of Goth culture and associated things. But the Cullens in this movie aren't even that: they have nice hair, look like a bunch of models, drive Volvos and live in lovely countryside houses. All they represent is a kind of bland, affluent conformity for the young people watching this film to aspire to. For a fan of proper vampire, horror, and fantasy films, that's possibly the most offensive thing about this dreadful, dreary film. But it's up against some pretty stiff opposition.