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Catherine Hardwicke's Twilight


Well, I've seen, hear, and will now tell. And no spoilers here.

I do like it, I do. Yes, there is inaccuracies, but 500 pages in 2 hours isn't going to happen. The important thing is, the story, the main plot is the same. The character's behaved like they should, and I think the actors did a fair job of bringing them to life. My mom's friend that we webt with didn't like who they picked for Bella, but I thought Kristen Stewart did her job well, and I'm not picky so I applaud her performance.

Edward . . . hmm, I don't know. You see, I am fine with Rob, as i said, I'm not picky. He did good with his American accent, I think I only heard him slip once. But I've always been a little meh about Edward. Sure he's a nice guy, sure he cares for Bella gallantly, but beyond that I don't have dreams of meeting him and kiss his picture before I go to bed. He's just a nice guy to me, sorry Eddie. Let's just be friends. Bella, he's all yours.

I guess that's all I have to say. Now back to my writing cave.

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