Breaking Dawn Reviews – Breaking Dawn is getting mixed reviews. The hyped film that’s carved out of the first half of the last book of Stephenie Meyer’s vampires-in-love series, starring Kristen Stewart, Robert Pattinson and Taylor Lautner, is weighted down by more than its title, to say nothing of the expectations.
Maybe the studio suits have begun to believe the franchise, like the classy Cullen clan, is immortal, that almost nothing can kill it. They’d better hope that last bit is true, because “Breaking Dawn” is bad, in the metaphoric rather than the vampiric sense. The movie doesn’t have nearly the bite — ferocious or delicious — that any self-respecting vampire movie really should. It’s as if all the life has drained away.
Yes, there is the wedding of the century, and no, it wasn’t Kim and what’s-his-name’s. With high school behind her, Bella (Stewart) can marry her stone cold hottie, Edward (Pattinson), finally putting an end to Jacob’s (Lautner) werewolf dreams of winning her heart. The wedding is one of the best things about this installment — a slow tease building up to the big reveal — and not easy to do with any drama because, let’s face it, anyone who has even a passing interest in “Twilight” or walks by a magazine rack, knows it’s all about the wedding.
So watching Edward watch Bella walk down that aisle, the adoration in his eyes, the relief when she says “yes,” the kiss that seals their union — quite honestly it doesn’t seem like acting per se (if it is, then it’s one of his best performances). And I won’t even go into the whole honeymoon night sequence, or the way the actors’ on-screen “chemistry” is being marketed, or the mixed-messages it sends to girls about their first sexual experience.
But that’s not the film’s real problem. What Meyer did so brilliantly in the book (or at least really, really well), and what Melissa Rosenberg’s script fails to do, is to mine all the dramatic potential of the symbolic implications of immortality.