Waiting to get my hair cut yesterday, I happened onto a magazine covered with pictures of Rob and Kirsten. (To the non-cognoscenti, Robert Pattinson and Kirsten Stewart.)
Yes, I only happened onto the magazine (OK!), although I confess I had noticed it before (on nearly every newsstand I walked by.)
The headline is something like “Welcome to Our Home” and describes the 34th floor of a hotel in Vancouver as the Robsten “love nest.” As “proof” of the Kirsten/Pattinson relationship, the article declares that Rob refused to leave Vancover during a recent solo one-week break, because Kirsten was stuck there still filming.
During my shampoo, I tried to reconcile OK’s article with (i) recent reports in other “news” sources of Kirsten firmly disclaiming any love relationship with Pattinson, and (ii) the sinking feeling in my stomach. That sinking feeling reminded me of the terrible disappointment I felt in the December of my fourth or fifth year of life when, after I had badgered her nonstop for several weeks, my mother finally admitted that there was no Santa Claus.
It was odd. I had been quite sure that there was no Santa Claus. I had gone through the impossibility of it repeatedly in my head; my endless questions were framed with the statement, “I already know the truth, so just tell me okay?” But when my mom actually said the words aloud, tears sprang to my eyes, a huge lump filled my throat and chest, and I could hardly stand to believe her.
“Reliable reports” posit that Summit Entertainment, the maker of the Twilight movies, won’t let Rob and Kirsten admit to their relationship for fear of scuttling the credibility of the Jacob-Bella focus in the upcoming New Moon and Eclipse movies. (For any non-cognoscenti still reading this post, Jacob, played by brawny Taylor Lautner, is the werewolf rival, of the divine vampire Edward, played by RPatz.)
That doesn’t make sense to me. First of all, even the most rabid Twilight fans must know that the Twilight movies are just movies. (Although some are crazed enough to seem to need Midsummer Night’s Dream’s Peter Quince explaining that “Lion” is really played by a man.) Still, it’s hard to see Jacob as a credible rival to Edward, even in the books.
Even so, Summit may be on to something (besides publicity) in keeping “Robsten” under wraps. The fact is that the people who like Twilight like fantasy. And the true fantasy of the books and movies (other than the werewolf/vampire bit) is not the love affair of two super-glamerous, wealthy, and successful movie stars who are constantly thrown together, but the unbreakable romance of the nearly perfect (though secretly flawed) Edward and the nearly ordinary (though secretly attractive and brave) Bella, despite all of his efforts to keep his distance.
As a result, I suspect that the true Santa Claus story for most fans is not the real-life probability of “Robsten” but the other-wordly possibility of Rob holding out for a real life Bella, someone who, like them, is loyal, brave, true, klutzy, and, with the right makeover, could look really great.
Sorry, girls, but I don’t think there is a Santa Claus.
If you’re interested in slightly silly…errr… thoughtful posts re RPatz, Robsten, and Twilight, check out my other posts in those categories, especially post discussing why some modern females prefer Robert Pattinson to Marlon Brando, and why I know my feelings for RPatz are strictly maternal. Find these from ManicDDaily home page: https://manicddaily.wordpress.com.
Also for subsequent post re Yes, Virginia there is a Santa…errr… Robsten, check out: https://manicddaily.wordpress.com/2009/10/25/yes-virginia-t……robsten-maybe/
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