I...I don't quite know what to make of New Moon.
It's a more formalistic style of filmmaking than its predecessor, Twilight. Chris Weitz just does not possess the stylized WTF talent of Catherine Hardwicke. And I say thank God for that, because I could actually concentrate on the storyline, the acting and the dialogue. Also, God damn him for that, because I could actually concentrate on the storyline, the acting and the dialogue.
If the right director takes Taylor Lautner under his/her wing, this kid's got a bright career ahead of him. He has more personality than the majority of this ensemble and has a better chemistry with Kristen Stewart. The kid's charming. He's got presence. He's not a bad actor, either; he just needs someone to make sure he doesn't develop a bag of tricks. Stewart was a promising actress, too, but she's got a bag of tricks that she leans on too easily. The girl's beginning to deliver all of her "dramatic" dialogue like a third-rate Shatner impersonator. It's embarrassing.
I hope Robert Pattinson goes away.
Michael Sheen really does steal the show. He seems to be the only one -- well, besides Anna Kendrick and Billy Burke -- who is fully aware of the movie he's in. So what if he plays it as a tribute to Joel Grey's Cabaret Emcee? It's a brilliant choice, and it works.
The best thing about these movie's is still the soundtrack. Alexandre Desplat's score is better than it should be, and the songs are pretty cool. I'd buy the soundtrack. Totally.
I don't understand anybody who is on Team Edward. I swear. It's like wanting to be Sid and Nancy.
This is a very terrible movie. So very, very terrible. Yet it haunts me, and I find myself unable to sleep. Like a screaming teenager going through undead boyfriend withdrawal.