There is a lot of excitement in the air about tonight's midnight opening of the new Beacon Cinema in Pittsfield which includes a sold out screening of New Moon, the latest, ummm, "outing" in the Twilight Vampire series of films. There is a fascination about this film that transcends gay and straight lines. One factor may be the gorgeous cast, including the new Brad Pitt, Taylor Lautner, as Jacob.
Whether he can act or not remains to be seen. And in terms of eye candy, this is a bon bon for the ages. Reports are that the formerly typical 17-year-old did some serious working out to get in shape to be part of the Wolf Pack.
Taylor is 17. How will he handle the craziness?
In any case, this cast is so cute, so delectable to see that I fully expect the irReverend Fred Phelps to soon be picketing Kansas theatres with signs that say "God Hates Fangs!". Not that the bloodless bastard has any human fluids left in that rotted cadaver and mind of his.
I still can't figure out what it is with vampires, gays and teenage girls. But others have theories.
According to Esquire Magazine, "Twilight's fantasy is that the gorgeous gay guy can be your boyfriend, and for the slightly awkward teenage girls who consume the books and movies, that's the clincher. Vampire fiction for young women is the equivalent of lesbian porn for men: Both create an atmosphere of sexual abandon that is nonthreatening. That's what everybody wants, isn't it? Sex that's dangerous and safe at the same time, risky but comfortable, gooey and violent but also traditional and loving. In the bedroom, we want to have one foot in the twenty-first century and another in the nineteenth.
This fascinating article on New Moon is in Esquire Magazine
Meantime, I expect I will be lining up soon to see this film. And I am not so sure I will wear a garlic necklace either. After all, these days, one has to take what they can get.