
“I think the ears are tastiest.”

“Me, I prefer the chin.”

“I’m a forearm man, myself. And things just taste better when the girl’s has helpless as this one.”
Yes, like it or not, New Moon is here. And last night’s midnight opening show set some kind of all-time box-office record for such arrivals. Basically, ticket-buyers told Hollywood: WE WANT MORE OF THIS. And so, that is what moviegoers will receive. Except what’s coming will be even worse because it will be even more derivative. (If somebody wants to pick up a worthwhile vampire story, get your hands on the rights to Robin McKinley’s Sunshine, which is actually worth reading.)
So, how’s the movie?
I turn to the discerning Steven D. Greydanus:
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