The first Twilight, directed by Catherine Hardwicke, was anything but a theatrical revolution, but still a tolerably amusing game of teenage heartache and pop culture myths. The love of a vampire and a human being told at the level of a photo novel, once more an example of the fashion of the neo-vampire movie in which the vampires are more human than humans, and do everything but one thing: suck blood. They have become vegans, according to pale, faithful and virtuous. You have what many teens have today: eating disorders.
In Twilight all this had a certain charm. It was new, never lengthy, and it was also known that it was less about vampires than romance between lead actor Robert Pattinson and his young, female audience.