Learning the lessons of messing with vampires
The present Mrs Simms is very much a fan of the Twilight saga, having read all the books and dragged me to all the movies. Now I enjoy a tale a werewolves and vampires as much as the next man, but the Twilight series is all a bit 'teenage angst' for my tastes. Still, with babysitters rarer than hens' teeth (have you met my kids?), any evening out on our own has to be regarded as a good night out. Or so I thought until I saw the most recent Twilight film - Breaking Dawn Part 1. If you've not seen the film and don't want me to spoil it for you, look away now. For the rest of you, here's the two-word executive summary of what happens: absolutely nothing. If that's too concise, I can tell you that Bella, our dewy eyed heroine, marries Edward (the angst-ridden vampire), and has a baby. In a not-terribly-tense ending, the vampires come out on the porch as the werewolves turn up, they snarl at each other for a bit, and then everyone goes home. I may have nodded off for a while, but from talking to others who've seen the film it doesn't appear that anything else happened. So a story that I could have told in about ten minutes has stolen two hours of my life. Am I bitter? A little, yes.
