Not being a teenage girl I recognize that I am not the primary audience for Hardwicke’s adaptation of the first entry in Stephanie Meyer’s series of teen-pulp gothic novels about vampire romance, so I am willing to give its overheated mixture of teen fantasy and brooding gothic melodrama (it’s like Emily Brontë by way of Teen People) some slack. A number of the scenes work quite well, particularly Kristen Stewart’s awkward interactions with her father and her much delayed first kiss with the vampiric heartthrob of her dreams, but too much of the film is little more than swooning cameras and smoldering eye contact that becomes less intense and more silly as the film goes on. (Hollywood Jewel 16, Waco, TX)