Throw in the tease of perpetually postponed sex and it's a lot of tempting, empty emotive calories. And then for eggheads like myself, there's the whole class-conflict subtext, what with the bloodsucking aristocratic vampires versus the lumpen lupine members of the tribe. Something to think about while enduring the to and fro of Bella and Edward's stilted pillow talk about getting married, or whether she should become a vampire, or the repetitious palaver of whether Bella loves the passive-aggressive Edward or the emotionally extorting Jacob, etc. But it's not enough: this is a bad film made from an awful novel.
