Blood-sucking fans and Robert Pattinson
Here’s an entertaining and short story about Robert Pattinson, since I did the Twilight comic today:
My boyfriend, Colin, does a lot of extra work and was on set for this movie about 9/11 (called Remember Me?) back in June. He hadn’t known ahead of time, but it seemed every pre-pubescent girl and paparazzo in the city was aware that Robert Pattinson was there, obviously a big part of the movie (whatever it’s called).
As Col describes it, there were girls packed like sardines behind the film crew’s partitions, screaming, snapping cell photos, and some even fainted. 
The filming crew had to constantly fight with aggressive paparazzi trying to take five hundred shots of every one of Pattinson’s movements, as the poor guy chain smoked like a chimney, trying to put in a productive day’s work. Some girls even accosted Col, who some claimed, looked like Pattinson from the back (I don’t think so). Sounded like one hell of a crazy day, and I kinda felt bad for the young actor, who seemed like the quiet type who wouldn’t want to be quite.so.in.demand.
Interestingly enough, a few days later, Colin catches a news story where the Twilight star was hit by a taxi while running from fans in NY. I know fame always is supposed to come with a price, but I really do feel for the guy, and am surprised more teen heart throbs don’t run screaming from acting altogether.
August 3rd, 2009 at 1:32 am
Edward Cullen reading minds at a restaurant:
“Money… Sex… Money… Sex… Cat…”
Probably the only scene in the movie worth watching.