Twilight and Me
There’s nothing I like more than a good zeitgeist. Something which gets everybody chattering excitedly and seems to capture the mood of the entire nation, or planet for that matter, is generally a good thing. But sometimes one comes along which passes me by completely. The bandwagon may be a-rolling but I’m still stuck in the station.
Enter Twilight. From what I’ve heard this is a series of books by an author I’ve never heard of, not necessarily a bad thing, about vampires and werewolves written in a particularly bad, ‘clichéd teen fiction’ style. Some of these have been transported onto the silver screen starring a host of pretty boys and girls whose main raison d’être is to remove clothing and look pretty.
Now normally that might be considered precisely my cup of tea. I’m not immune to the charms of eye candy any more than I’m immune to the charms of a supermarket-checkout chocolate display. But this just leaves me baffled, bamboozled and utterly perplexed.
Maybe I’m paying for my late-adopter status and I’m simply behind the times? Or maybe I’m seeing what no one else is seeing - that this is trash which serves no purpose whatsoever? I don’t know. All I know is that this crepuscular nonsense has NOT got me hooked.
