See, I've managed to avoid Twilight, thank god. An obsessed friend had a copy of one of the books and I read a few segments here and there. It was so terrible I had to struggle not to horf on the book. Therefore, I've also avoided the movie.

Howe'er, I am getting a lot of perverse satisfaction out of how much everyone seems to loathe the movie. Even though I realize that many, many teenaged girls and their grandmothers are going to it and (overall) are thrilled, it pleases me that critics and non-fans go and hate it. Maybe that's mean. But it does satisfy that enormous elitist part of me: "You went to see dreck and expected gold? Bwaha, sucka."