Hollywood is unforgiving. You find a degree of success and get to the top. Maybe a string of flops send you crashing back to anonymity. You may still work solidly. Mickey Rourke for example, perceived to have disappeared around the beginning of the 90’s before his resurrection in The Wrestler a decade ago was actually working fairly solidly, but in swathes of underachieving duds, or by the numbers straight to video films. No one watches, no one cares. That’s kind of the default setting in film which runs from studios down through to the general public (who may only watch the pop-culture films of the year). At the same time these exiles can, and this was partially the case with Rourke, come from getting a bad boy reputation. He was essentially blacklisted.
What if you’re pretty red hot though? What if you’re Robert Pattinson or Kristen Stewart? You’ve been involved in Twilight. It grosses bazillions. To the audience it aims for, more au fait with the source material, it’s the bees bollocks. To most others it’s a head scratching mess of po-faced wistful stares, dialogue that’s clunkier than your dads fashion growing up, and sub-par CGI. There’s two unbearably (pale, pasty, gaunt) pretty leads. Then there’s a beefy guy with abs to form a kind of relentlessly un-gripping and haphazardly (ham-fistedly) sketched love triangle. They’re kind of just there. They could be anyone.
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