Thursday afternoon Twirant

It has been a solid two years since the Twilight spawned vampire craze erupted in full form. I'm not complaining necessarily, I like alot of the backlash media created in spite of it (i.e. Let The Right One In or the upcoming Elevator Men), LOVE TrueBlood, and am quite fascinated by the whole thing, a way a child is fascinated with ants. I am, However, absolutely sick of Twilight itself, never before have I seen such a poor product create such a rabid fan base or box office smash, which is sad really. I sort of relate it back to the fact that I am, afterall, a guy and am definitely not the demographic for this type of thing, so chalk it up to ignorance, but I strongly think that young women deserve something better. The product in question, as it shall be known henceforth, is so...sub par in the modern world, there is so much more out there. It produces a sense of pure escapism that has to be its defining quality, I mean, what else is there to it, really? But reading a fun little cheesy book shouldn't become a social and media phenomenon, the movies, products and die hard fans are rewriting history, and I do not want to be left in the generation best known for celibate sparkling vampires. I know it's easy to rip on the silly things, as I just demonstrated, but if it weren't so poorly written/executed, it could be so much better. Having followed this with a twisted curiosity I've found that Summit, the production company behind the films, allows the author too much say in what goes on screen, it's what happens with a fanbase that demanding, creating very poor films that are halfhearted ghosts of her already very weak prose. I also know that the director of the third installment, one Mr. David Slade (30 Days of Night) is starting to take it into his own hands, pissing off many a teenage girl in the process. I know that this will never be read by anyone important, but please, summit, take a page from Slade, make a good product, because if you recycle a turn, it isn't going to turn out gold.