Pam and I have really liked the Twilight movies, based on the books by Stephanie Meyer. Pam read all of the books, too.
The fourth and last book is Breaking Dawn. With the franchise coming to an end, the studio decided to milk it by making two books out of Breaking Dawn. The result was a movie in which hardly anything happened. There’s a wedding, a honeymoon, a pregnancy, lots of fussing with feelings of regret and guilt, and then a minor confrontation between vampires and werewolves.
They kept the moodiness of the other movies. But nothing, just nothing, happened. I guess all the good stuff is in the second half of the book.
I will say this: the end, the very final scene, the last few seconds–that was really good. But if I wasn’t a big fan of the series, I might have wanted my money back.
