My eyes are stinging, but damn it, they're open': surviving a 12-hour Twilight marathon in the year 2025
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My eyes are stinging, but damn it, they're open': surviving a 12-hour Twilight marathon in the year 2025
"The cinema has the airs of an airport terminal after significant delays; at this point, people no longer care how they look and are doing anything they can to stay comfortable. We've reached the night's 30-minute breakfast break, which means we are three of five films into the romantic tale of clumsy, quiet teen Bella Swan, who moves to the foggy forest town of Forks, Washington and falls for Edward Cullen, a (permanently) 17-year-old vampire."
"splayed across the Ritz's 660-capacity main theatre, either napping on the floor or lying across multiple seats. The crowd is mostly gen Zers and chaperoned Alphas, with a smattering of millennials and more men than you might think. (Though this is mostly thanks to a group of bros who spent the first film audibly asking each other: Is this meant to be a comedy?) Sienna Johnson and Hadley Ventura, both 12, settle in to watch."
"At this point, many are still wearing their Twilight merch but occasionally something more ornate, such as a cape made from various Edward Cullen faces. But some have shifted into pyjamas, wandering around with silk hair nets and face masks. Others are cracking open beers, or downing a flat white. A sour stench comes in waves: the unmistakable scent of energy drinks being"
A dusk-to-dawn, 12-hour Twilight Saga marathon ran at Randwick Ritz from 8.30pm Friday until 8am Saturday, timed for the series' 20th-anniversary celebrations. The event attracted roughly 150 attendees who had remained through three of five films by early morning, filling a 660-capacity main theatre with people napping across seats and floors. The crowd skewed young, mainly Gen Zers with chaperoned teens and some millennials, including more men than expected. Attendees wore Twilight merchandise, capes and pyjamas, and consumed beers, flat whites and energy drinks. The atmosphere felt like an airport terminal after delays, with a 30-minute breakfast break in the early hours.
Read at www.theguardian.com
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