Breaking Dawn Disappoints


Various reviews of the new Twilight Saga film “Breaking Dawn: Part I,” seem to excuse some amount of ridiculousness in the film due to the fact that it is part of the Twilight series.

As someone who has — don’t judge me — read the books and seen the movies from their beginning, I can say that the new “Breaking Dawn” movie surpasses its predecessors in awkwardness.

None of the previous three films are cinematic masterpieces. The acting is often terrible, the change in directors creates a weird lack of continuity between them and in “Eclipse,” Jasper suddenly acquires a southern accent part way through the film. However, the previous films were guilty pleasure, cult-classic gold. “Breaking Dawn” is not.

The only word to describe the experience of watching this film is awkward. 

Ironically, Kristen Stewart’s acting, the single most awkward part about the original “Twilight” film, seems to have improved. This, however, is unable to save the film from its cringe-worthiness. 

If the argument between Jacob and Edward about Edward and Bella’s wedding night, a particularly terrible CGI wolf stand-off and the vampire-baby birth scene were not awkward enough, the obvious abortion debate underlying Bella’s pregnancy pushes the film over the edge.

In the book, the debate over Bella’s pregnancy centers around whether she is carrying a parasitic vampire-hybrid or a lovable human. In the film, however, vampire sisters Alice and Rosalie argue — more than once — about whether Bella is carrying a “fetus” or “just a little baby.” Bella’s decision to carry whatever is in her uterus to term, even as it is killing her, presents a strong case for the latter.

I know that author and film producer Stephanie Meyer is Mormon, but wasn’t the chastity message of the series politics enough? The addition of an anti-abortion message to a film series best served as a guilty pleasure is unnecessary and inappropriate. 

Never mind the fact that the films are a hit with adolescent girls at the peak of impressionability. If I take time out of my Thursday night bar crawl routine to indulge in a vampire love story, I don’t want to have conservative political views shoved down my throat.