after rewatching Breaking Dawn parts 1 and 2, I gotta say that regardless of how bad the books were and the problematic aspects of Edward and Bella’s relationship, the movies themselves are really good?
They cast people authentically (Native Americans played Native Americans, Egyptians played Egyptians, etc.) and there was a lot of color cast-wise outside of the Cullen family. The actors did a marvelous job portraying their respective characters in a way that stayed true to the original writing, and I enjoyed seeing some more famous faces in the crowd of background characters (e.g. Rami Malek, Lee Pace, Anna Kendrick, etc.).The scenery was gorgeous throughout all five films. The cinematography and soundtrack are nothing to scoff at either.
All and all I felt that the directors and casting department did a wonderful job bringing these movies to life in a way that was…much less problematic than the original material. At least in the last two movies, anyway.
I could see how easy it would be to fall into loving Bella. It would be exactly like falling: effortless. Not letting myself love her was the opposite of falling—it was pulling myself up a cliff-face, hand over hand, the task as grueling as if I had no more than mortal strength.
you woke up from the excruciating burning, you were confused as to where you
were. Everything was different. Clearer. You saw colors that you didn’t know existed. There were sounds and smells you shouldn’t have experienced,
yet you did.
Tiny feet pounded on
the ground with each step farther away from the house. Your skin was littered
with purple and blue blooms that looked so ugly in contrast with your pale
color. You ran farther into the woods, thin soles of your shoes doing little to
protect your feet from the hard and rocky ground. It didn’t bother you though;
you had gone through far worse than achy feet.
“No, it is one of mine, actually, but I’m surprised it’s on your list. Weren’t you under the ludicrous impression I was just acting from a guilty conscience, and I was going to bolt as soon as the plane doors opened?”
“Yes.” I smiled. “But, still, you were there.”
He kissed my hair. “You love me more than I deserve.”