I suppose that today I could try to find something charitable to say about General Stanley A. McChrystal, the general who blabbed his discontent with various top level administration figures to the Rolling Stone (of all places), or, perhaps, something diplomatic about Judge Martin L.C. Feldman, the judge blocking Obama’s moratorium on deep-water drilling. Unfortunately, I don’t have enough energy to quash the cynicism, despair, and plain old irritation that each of these figures raises in me.
So instead I’m going to focus on a proper Rolling Stone subject and a cinematic (rather than environmental) vampire, and one of this blog’s traditionally favorite people – poor/lucky/hounded/sought-after Robert Pattinson.
I am responding here not to anything that Pattinson has done recently–gotten a hair cut! Awkwardly kissed Kristen Stewart on stage! Seriously—a hair cut?!–but to one of the few articles in the New York Times that isn’t seriously depressing me: “His Cross To Bear; Heartthrob Vampire.”
The article discusses Pattinson’s fatigue with all things Twilight, including (quite understandably) the fame and the fame surrounding the fame, the phenomenon and the phenomenon of the phenomenon. (Our media is so self-referential that attention is itself a huge story.)
Poor Pattinson reminds me of King Midas, except that everything he touches turns to Twilight –no, that’s not right – everything Twilight that he touches turns to gold. And everyone wants gold, right? Rob seems a bit unsure at this point.
And yet, grateful, always grateful. (Unlike some Generals we could name.)
The Twilight success has theoretically given Rob freedom to do whatever he wants, whether or not it makes sense (like some judges), but because his other projects have not, thus far, been terribly successful, they supposedly risk tying him further to Twilight, causing him to be the guy who is only deemed successful as Edward Cullen.
I, for one (smitten and non-McChrystally loyal), don’t believe that. The problem with Rob’s other projects has not been his performance, so much as a quirk in the overall project: any movie in which a Brit, an Irishman, and an Aussie, sit down to discuss the New York Yankees is going to lack a certain credibility for U.S. viewers. (Remember Me performed much better overseas.)
Still, Pattinson’s been working non-stop for the last few months. Can all the other films counterbalance his identification with handsome vampires: we’ll/I’ll see. In the meantime, there’s always Eclipse coming out on June 30th. Yes, it looks bloated, overproduced, schmaltzy, draggy, and his eyebrows are way too thick.
But at least he’s not threatening pelicans, nor talking trash.
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