Watching Breaking Dawn was like getting stabbed in the brain for 2.5 hours. This movie was so terrible that a thesaurus can’t even come up with a better word. When I left the theater, I felt like like the biggest idiot in the world. Why was I there? Why did I insist on seeing it while completely sober and knowing it was going to be god awful? What makes it worse is that I dragged the bf to watch it with me, and now his faith in my life choices have been significantly altered to my disadvantage.
For the record, I read all 4 books so I knew what I was in for. Which actually, ACTUALLY makes it even worse. The first three books were fine, I guess. It was easy to get caught up in the romance of it all, but the fourth book is where it all changed. Half human, half vampire baby? How does a vampire even have viable sperm? ISN’T HE DEAD????
Sigh. Don’t even get me started on imprinting and telepathic werewolves.
Anyway, I’ll probably see the next one too. I have no self control.
