“Go to therapy go to therapy”
No, I have Twilight (2008)
I don't think we talk enough about how catherine hardwicke fixed the pacing of the twilight. in the book, laurent, victoria, and james just appear out of nowhere when the plot demands it. there's no buildup, no foreshadowing, because as @bellaslilpapercut said here, that entire sequence is the secondary climax. the book's focus is completely on bella and edward's relationship arc, which for all intents and purposes concluded when he brought her to meet his family. the main antagonist is edward and his own nature more than james is. but in the film, the murder trio acts as the main antagonistic force. mysterious murders are occurring across town, and charlie as the chief is investigating it. you see them take place, and you know that these vampires are bad news. bella and edward's relationship still takes the forefront, but the mystery of these other vampires is always in the back of your mind. as bella unravels the mystery of edward and the cullens, she gets closer to the danger. it's much faster paced than the book was, and it makes the whole story better for it, in my opinion.
DID YOU KNOW?
In order to play the role of Edward Cullen, Robert Pattinson had to travel back in time to 1918 and catch the spanish flu so he could die and get bitten by a real life vampire then live 90 years and finally meet up with the directors in 2008.
Kristen Stewart as Bella Swan
TWILIGHT 2008, dir. Catherine Hardwicke
Imagine thinking you’re a dead woman when Esme finds out about your affair with Carlisle.
You had been employed at the Forks Community Hospital for a year when your superior decided he wanted to take you on as a lover. Of course, he was married. And to a total babe, to boot. The Cullens were the most attractive couple in Forks, if not Clallam County. But being a doctor meant long hours. And long hours meant time away from Esme.
So, there you were, propped up on an examination table, about to have your pearl polished. Dr. Cullen was pretty pearl-like himself, being ever cool and hard to the touch. Until his pallid skin managed to sap some of your heat, which you had in abundance. (You’d yet to see him fully unclothed, because of the possibility of someone walking in.) Poor circulation, great muscle tone, you mused while your lover snapped on a pair of rubber gloves.
Then the missus appeared behind him.
How did you know? you wanted to ask.
Before you could even start to think of a justification, Esme unzipped her husband’s fly. You couldn’t have glimpsed into her gold eyes for more than three seconds, but in that time she had slipped a condom onto Carlisle’s cock. You stared amazed as Esme guided it inside you, before slipping one hand down her front. Her free hand rested on your vulva, so she could feel her husband move inside you.