A confession: I can't wait to watch the new DVD of "Twilight." Go ahead, mock me. I'd long resisted Stephenie Meyer's series myself. A parable about abstinence, starring a hunky vampire (Edward) and the sweet object of his affection (Bella)? No, thanks. But it seemed wrong to denigrate what I didn't know, so I went to see the film. I had read that it would be a celebration of chastity-proof that what a girl wants is a boy who won't bite. That was not the movie I saw. Sure, Edward's gaze seemed more silly than sultry, and when he and Bella danced to Debussy, I laughed. But the movie captivated me. "Twilight" is about sex and denial-but it is anything but chaste. If I were the mother of a 13-year-old, this movie would terrify me. More than restraint-or wanting what you can't have-the movie celebrates Bella's determination for a moment of immortality, even though it will leave her a monster. Sex is part of that, and so is death, but it's irreducible.
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