kaut kā sanāca ieklīst īberta kunga blogā, paskatījos, kādas pēdējā laika filmas viņš ir recenzējis (the human centipede recenzija, piemēram, bija ārkārtīgi noderīga - es sapratu, ka kaut ko tādu nekad mūžā pati neskatītos, līdz ar to labi, ka viņš to ir redzējis un var pastāstīt, cik cilvēki ir tiešām slimi), un intereses pēc izlasīju viņa Eclipse recenziju. un šī rindkopa pilnīgi uztaisīja manu dienu.

Much leads up to a scene in a tent on a mountaintop in the midst of a howling blizzard, when Bella’s teeth start chattering. Obviously a job for the hot-blooded Jacob and not the cold-blooded Edward, and as Jacob embraces and warms her, he and Edward have a cloying cringe fest in which Edward admits that if Jacob were not a werewolf, he would probably like him, and then Jacob admits that if Edward were not a vampire — well, no, no, he couldn’t. Come on, big guy. The two of you are making eye contact. Edward’s been a confirmed bachelor for 109 years. Get in the brokeback spirit.