If you’re in touch with your inner adolescent girl–and I am– you’ll love THE TWILIGHT SAGA:BREAKING DAWN- PART 2. I know it’s been savaged in The Globe by Wesley Morris– and many other critics. But honestly, having Wes review this film is like sending Andre the Giant to a pajama party–it’s just not his milieu. And there’s something to be said for pajama parties– it’s not just pajamas. It’s shared secrets, minor intrigues, major bonding, and just so much innocent fun in the middle of the night.
TWILIGHT picks up with the birth of Renesmee– product of Bella (Kristen Sewart) and Edward’s (Robert Pattinson) impossible love. Half human, half vampire, Renesmee is preternaturally beautiful, oddly gifted, and a whole new breed that has everyone on edge. The Cullens have created the ultimate “blended family,” and everyone around them must figure out their allegiances, from Jacob (Taylor Lautner) newly “imprinted” on the child, his werewolf pack, an an entertaining assortment of vampires from the four corners of the world , to Bella’s human family, Edward’s more troublesome relatives, and ultimately the corrupt vampire hierarchy– the Volturi.
In the meantime, Bella is also transformed, ultra-beautiful and mighty powerful. She is sorting out her new identity and skillset; it’s fun to watch her discover herself and what she can do. (Kristen Stewart is perfect as a being not quite at home in her skin. If you’ve ever seen her squirming on a talk show, it’s clear she’s not built for bright lights and casual chitchat.) Couldn’t wait to see how the film would recreate the almost unimaginable scenes from the book. Turns out, the movie very faithfully captures those scenes right up until the final showdown–which is cleverly tweaked for maximum satisfaction, and took me quite by surprise.
BREAKING DAWN- PART 2 is not inventive filmmaking, but it succeeds in maintaining momentum and succinctly taking these characters where we want them to go. It’s a rewarding conclusion to a vampire fantasy fully realized, a guilty pleasure which took me back to a very primitive place: my apparently insatiable longing for eternal perfection.