It’s been about two years now since Robert Pattinson slipped his fangs back in and ended his career as a gentleman-vampire. Two years, therefore, since we haven’t heard about him on the cover of magazines, leaving the popular press with a 90% space shortfall to fill with other things between 2008 and 2012. Fans (and they are legion) who’ve been mourning him are now breathing a collective sigh of relief : Pattinson isn’t dead yet, and in fact

I have a simple rule about the success of an onscreen romance. A good one feels like a movie is conspiring to keep the couple apart. A bad one feels like the movie is shoving them together against the movie’s will. Crazy, Stupid, Love shoves like a school lunch line on chocolate milk Friday. The marriage of Steve Carell and Julianne Moore is cemetery dead, probably in a way that didn’t play to the writers on the page. The worst marriages are those that don’t just die but drown the two people with them.

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