On a recent trip to visit a friend in St. Louis, I had the
pleasure of enjoying two (not surprisingly) bad movies. Renee (who has a wonderful blog about literature and writing) and I rented: Twilight’s Breaking
Dawn: Part 1 and Magic Mike. Since freshman year of college, Renee and I have
enjoyed a tradition of watching the Twilight movies together and laughing at
how obscenely awful they are. So we were excited to catch up on our least
favorite saga. And Magic Mike? We’d actually heard good things about it, and
we’re not the type to turn down semi-nude male dancing.
And you know what? Twilight turned out to be both the more
entertaining and more disturbing
movie.
During Twilight:
Me: Oh man. Here comes the sex scene of the year.
Renee: Why is she crying in her underwear?
Me: She doesn’t want to do it!
Renee: She looks like she’s going to throw up.
Me: Did she just tell herself not to be a coward? That’s a
good message.
Renee: Is this a movie for pre-teen girls!?
. . . later
Me: Her baby’s going to die.
Renee: Edward wouldn’t let that happen.
Me: There’s nothing they can do tho—
Me & Renee: HE’S EATING THROUGH HER STOMACH!
During Magic Mike:
Me: Is it just me, or is this kinda boring?
Renee: [Snoring]
Me: And depressing?
Renee: [Crying]
Me: Where’s all the dancing? I was promised good, clean,
family fun!
Renee: Want to fast-forward to the dancing parts?
Me: Yep.
In conclusion, I whole-heartedly recommend Breaking Dawn:
Part 1 to no one, especially not
impressionable young girls. And I give two thumbs way, way up to Joseph Gordon-Levitt’s Magic Mike parody—not Magic Mike itself.
And as I was linking the video to JGL's dance, I had to defend myself to my boyfriend:
Yes, I'm watching it again.
