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Twilight (2008)

Popcorn Rating: 4/5 —

Half a point for the baseball scene.

A full point for Charlie.

Another full point for the “you’re impossibly fast” monologue that lives rent-free in my brain.

Half a point for the vibes.

Another full point for everyone hot in the Cullen house not named Edward.

⚠️ Spoilers ahead! Click to keep reading (at your own risk) ⚠️

“I’d never given much thought to how I would die…” And yet here we are, fifteen years later, still willingly rewatching Twilight—the film that launched a thousand debates, memes, and the inexplicable popularity of cargo jackets.

Let’s call it what it is: Twilight is the cinematic equivalent of a Hot Topic fever dream, and somehow? Still iconic. Kristen Stewart perfected the art of lip-biting, Robert Pattinson looked like he wanted to be anywhere else (relatable), and the soundtrack? Still slaps. (Decode by Paramore deserves an award, actually.)

Nostalgia hits hardest when Bella arrives in Forks looking like she’s allergic to eye contact, and Edward covers his face in biology like she just crop-dusted the lab. Sparks. Fly.

But let’s talk about the real MVPs:

Charlie Swan, the mustachioed, flannel-wrapped king of dad jokes and quiet concern. We didn’t appreciate him enough back then. We do now.

Carlisle Cullen, vampire doctor extraordinaire with the moral compass of a saint and the bone structure of a Greek god. Literal dad goals.

Also, I had (and still have) a crush on every member of the Cullen clan except Edward. Emmett? Charming chaos. Jasper? Brooding cowboy chic. Alice? Fashion icon with murder energy. Rosalie? Walked in like a goddess and has never once looked bad. Even Esme? Elegant and could absolutely ground me for my tone and I’d say “thank you.”

Edward, though? Let’s talk. The man was lurking in Bella’s room while she slept before they even had a proper relationship. In 2008, some swooned. In 2025? We’re sending that red flag straight to the FBI. It’s giving “creepy Victorian ghost boyfriend” energy, but with better cheekbones.

Watching Twilight now is like rediscovering a deeply embarrassing yet comforting journal entry from your teen years—cringey, dramatic, but kind of iconic. The pacing is weird, the dialogue is stilted, and yet… it has charm. It’s awkward and hormonal and weirdly tender. Like your first crush. But undead.

So go ahead. Pop some popcorn, pull out your "Team Charlie" shirt (you know you want one), and give Twilight the chaotic love it deserves.