I'd love to be Hermoine, strong and fearless, always pressing on. But reality check: sometimes we can't be. Because we are human, sometimes the only thing to do is to "curl up in the fetal position, went numb for months then jump off a cliff." To me, "New Moon" is a decent book/film not because of the acting (Kristin Stewart) or the thrilling plot line (ehh...), but because the character of Bella Swan personifies depression perfectly.
(Side note: I never went through the "darn careless teenager with no grasp on mortality" phase. I think that came as I entered adulthood, and as I've experienced recurring phases of depression.)
Sometimes the greatest desire is to just hide away in a cave (or, you know, Mexico):
Or, you know, snuggle with the nearest male (bonus if he is a smoking babe):
New Moon isn't supposed to be about raw moral strength, it's about the process of coping, and of finding that strength.
New Moon isn't supposed to be about good acting... ok, just kidding. That could have helped.
And one more:
Ha! Ok. And that's my opinion as to why New Moon isn't a terrible movie. There is quite a bit of truth about the human condition in it. And shirtless Jacob is just a plus.
