True confessions time: I kind of love Robert Pattinson. I love how he looks so confused and or/stoned all the time (related: I also love Jordan Catalano). I love how he smirks out of the side of his mouth. I think he’s dreamy. I want to run my fingers through his magical forest of washed-a-week-ago hair. I want him to whisper sweet nothings in my ear in that English accent of his. (Or alternatively, strange, uniquely British self-deprecating jokes.)
But — and this is a huge but — I really could not care less about Twilight. I actually did read the book, and I actually did almost give myself a headache from the massive amount of eye-rolling that occurred throughout. I saw the movie too. How else was I supposed to feed the flames of my Pattinson desire? But despite the time I’ve put in trying to care, I really just do not give any iota of a damn whatsoever about Twilight. It just happens to be the source of most RPattz-related news.
So, the fact that Rob’s first major post-Twilight movie, Remember Me, comes out next weekend, is hugely exciting. (Aside from Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, I’m not actually convinced any of his other movies were released theatrically at all.) The fate of Remember Me at the box office and in critical reviews will correspond directly to the promise of his future career. Will he last in Hollywood past this whole vampire craze? Will the weird smile/grimace maneuver he does during every televised interview be as charming when he’s not fronting one of the biggest film franchises currently being produced? After next weekend, we’ll have a better idea. In the meantime, I’ll just have to put up with the high-pitched squeals.
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