Ah teen angst. So poignant, so over-dramatic, so bloody. Yeah, I said bloody. Judging from the number of teen girls who looked like they wanted to massacre me as I walked down the street with my Twilight bag after the press junket, I’d say this movie is going to do very well. Teen vamps, heavy breathing, longing gazes and bloody fights certainly made the Stephenie Meyer books popular.

If you’ve been living in your basement or you’ve been ordered to stay away from teen girls, Twilight, starring the dramatically coiffed Robert Pattinson and a lovely Kristen Stewart in brown contacts, has become a cultural phenomenon. Walk past your local Hhttp://www.slashfilm.com/wp/wp-content/images/twilight-backlot-21.jpgot Topic and you’ll see what I mean. I admit it. I read the books. I actually enjoyed the first one and though the thought of being a teenager forever wakes me up in a cold sweat, it did remind me of how dramatic your first love affairs could be.

Closely following the novel, Twilight follows high school student Bella (Stewart) who has recently left her home in Arizona and flighty mother, to move in with her dad, Charlie, (Billy Burke) in Forks, WA. A bit shy and brooding, she is fascinated by thttp://www.slashfilm.com/wp/wp-content/images/twilight-backlot-21.jpghe beautiful Cullen family, who seem to keep to themselves and only show up at school on cloudy days. When she is seated next to Edward Cullen (Pattinson) in science class and he spends it glowering at her, she becomes a bit obsessed with the lovely thing. After he saves her from being crushed by a car, and obviously uses inhuman strength, she figures out what he is, and the love affair begins. As people in the town begin dying mysteriously and Bella gains an evil vampire stalker, the Cullen family must save her...and try not to eat her.

I will be absolutely honest and say that I did not expect to like Twilight. I’m not sure what I was expecting, but it certainly wasn’t a delicate and non-judgmental treatment of a teenage love affair. I suppose I should have. Director Catherine Hardwicke is hardly a stranger to the teenage condition, having directed the films Thirteen and The Nativity Story. Dramatic and poignant as the lovebirds get, it never moves into the land of preciousness. And visually, she creates virtually the same supernatural world that author Stephenie Meyer created. And in that world, vampires have no fangs, they don’t sleep and they...well, they sparkle in the sun. Sigh. Glittery vampires. Pretty sparkly ones that don’t have fangs. My inner-Buffy fan is revolting, but I have to say, even that didn’t take me out of the film. As screenwriter Melissa Rosenberg told reporters, it makes it more brutal. No pretty little holes in the skin. They just have to bite down.

Pattinson just oozes brooding and is perfectly cast. Both Hardwicke and Stewart told us (check out our interviews) that he was so concerned about giving the perfect performance, that it was sometimes difficult to get through a scene. He never comes off as cheesy or overdone though, and the chemistry between he and Stewart is palpable. She confirmed that he asked him to marry her at one point during filming. He told us that this does tend to happen to him on set and it’s not the first time he’s done it. Stewart, though she does look like her next sentence may make her vomit from stress, suits the role. Lovely and unassuming, uncomfortable with her dad and unafraid of a boyfriend who could be lethal, this is the Bella I remember from the novel. Evil vamps James, (Cam Gigandet) Laurant (Edi Gathegi) and Victoria (Rachelle Lefevre) are a menacing trio with some seriously stunning hair. The Cullens, Rosalie (Nikki Reed), Emmet (Kellan Lutz), Alice (Ashley Greene), Dr. Carlisle (Peter Facinelli), Jasper (Jackson Rathbone), and Esme (Elizabeth Reaser) are a lovely bunch, as they’re meant to be. They didn’t have much to do in this film, but if the second book, New Moon, gets made (and they’ve all signed on for 3) we should get to see a lot more of them. And Bella’s wolfie admirer Jacob Black (Taylor Lautner).

My only complaint, and it’s a pretty big one, is that the pale vampire makeup only seems to reach their chins, while their necks remain human-flesh-toned. That is a glaring mistake and I’m stunned that no one bothered to at least fix that in post production.

If you can manage to get a ticket, and I believe the first two weeks of the film are already sold out, Twilight is absolutely worth a look. Just prepare yourself for the squeals of preteen girls and the shouts of “Team Edward” or “Team Jacob”. I’m going to go bury my Twilight bag before the little girls break down my door to get it.

Release Date: November 21st, 2008
Director: Catherine Hardwicke
Cast: Robert Pattinson, Kristen Stewart, Billy Burke, Nikki Reed, Kellan Lutz, Ashley Greene, Peter Facinelli, Taylor Lautner, Jackson Rathbone, Elizabeth Reaser, Cam Gigandet, Edi Gathegi, Rachelle Lefevre

Direction: B+
Writing: B+
Performance: B+
Visual Appeal: B+
Overall: B+

James Bond is back, and this time it’s mighty personal. Daniel Craig’s craggy agent picks up exactly where he left off in another bruising thriller that leaves you feeling both drained and exhilarated.

There are hand-to-hand fights that make your eyes water and old-school stunts involving motorbikes, speedboats, jet fighters and expensive cars that give you whiplash just looking at them. Really, nobody does it better than the new 007.

What makes Marc Forster’s film such an intriguing watch is that this is the first of the 22 Bond movies where the plot flows organically from the last instalment, and Quantum of Solace looks a far stronger picture for this rare continuity.

Needless to say the plot is as forbidding as the title. After the death of his girlfriend, Vesper Lynd, at the end of Casino Royale, Bond mixes revenge and duty dangerously as he hunts down the shadowy group that blackmailed Lynd to betray him.

A link to a bank account in Haiti puts Bond on the scent of Mathieu Amalric’s chief creep and ruthless businessman, Dominic Greene. All great Bond adversaries are generously blessed with kinks and quirks and Greene is no different. Amalric has a wonderfully wormy arrogance.

His sidekick, Elvis (Anatole Taubman), sports a monkish fringe, and Tarantino bad looks. But it’s the manner in which Amalric manages to poison all trust in Bond, even from his nearest and dearest, that makes him one of the classic arch-adversaries.

Cold rage threatens to derail Bond’s mission to crack Greene’s dastardly organisation known as Quantum, and I doubt that there’s a better actor at bottling rage than Daniel Craig.

All muscles, he has defined himself as a darker and more bare-knuckle Bond than any of his elegant predecessors.

The deadpan humour is still there. And despite the occasional blasts of visceral and grisly violence, Craig is threatening to become the most popular 007 yet, certainly with the younger generation.

Even the famous Bond babes seem to be getting tougher. Olga Kurylenko’s stunning, hard-as-nails beauty, Camille, has her own private vendetta that she wants to bring to a bloody conclusion, with or without Bond’s help. And Gemma Arterton’s effortlessly foxy Agent Field appeals to the better side of the wounded anti-romantic.

“Do you know how angry I am at myself,” says the naked, raven-haired M16 agent as Bond kisses his way up her spine. But Bond rarely lets a life-threatening difference of opinion get in the way of a decent flirt.

The familiar faces returning from Casino Royale pose a far more subtle, acidic test for Bond who has to tread carefully around treacherous old friends: Jeffrey Wright’s lugubrious CIA agent Felix Leiter; Giancarlo Giannini’s silky string-puller, René Mathis; Jesper Christensen’s duplicitous Mr White; and Judi Dench, of course, as his witheringly unimpressed boss, M.

“When you can’t tell your friends from your enemies it’s time to go,” growls Dench.

Of course, Bond is having none of it. There are new necks to break and toys to play with as the action rips across Austria, Italy, and South America.

The global stakes are as precarious as ever. Amalric’s masterplan to destabilise a South American regime, install a dodgy dictator, General Medrano (Joaquin Cosio), and take control of the biggest source of fresh water in the world is fabulously cock-eyed. But that’s one of the main reasons why we can’t get enough of the greatest franchise of them all.

The director, Marc Forster, has absorbed the lucrative lessons discovered in Martin Campbell’s Casino Royale. He has also managed to pace his sequel much better. Royale felt slightly wheel-clamped by one too many longeurs. If anything, the crunching chase sequences in Quantum of Solace are even more magnificently dangerous. And the daredevil leaps and tumbles through glass roofs are just as sensational as the splintering high-speed pyrotechnics.

But it’s the amount of heartache and punishment that Craig’s new Bond absorbs that makes him look so right for our times.

Bond is no longer a work in progress. He is now the cruel, finished article.

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