Friday, February 26, 2010

Robert Pattinson: Amused by Attention

I must admit, I would be in hysterics too if I were Rob and got shot. I mean, come on! Why would ANYONE shoot Rob? He's sexy and has money from the saga, but he's not worth shooting. He's worth...well, I can't say that on this site, but I definately do him...if you know what I mean. ;)

~Ashes


Comment and tell us what you think about Rob's sense of humor. ;)




He’s one of the most sought-after paparazzi targets, and Robert Pattinson can’t believe everyone’s interest in his day-to-day affairs.
The “Twilight” stud told press he finds it strangely funny that even the most mundane moments of his life are caught on film.Pattinson explained, “I saw pictures of me buying pants in the papers and I thought, ‘What do you expect me to wear?’”
“I find it really funny — if I got shot, I would literally be in hysterics. I would literally be in hysterics. I would be like, ‘Are you serious? Jesus Christ, get Zac Efron! He’s got more social relevance than I do.’”



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I think it's nice to see Taylor making his own decissions, he's 18 now and he has alot of things to decide for himself and I think he made a very wise choice. I hope it turns out great for him. I know he already has a Jacob doll made of him but having HASBRO make a doll for you....is beyond awesome! Hahaha! Leave a comment and let us know what y'all think of Taylor dropping Max Steel.




Just last week we marveled at the sheer number of projects "Twilight" star Taylor Lautner had in development, and perhaps he was starting to feel the pressure too. After dropping out of "Northern Lights" earlier this week, the 18-year-old has parted ways with another project, "Max Steel," based on the Mattel toy, reports New York magazine's Vulture blog.
Sources say it was his "Stretch Armstrong" collaboration with rival toy company Hasbro that was the impetus for Taylor's departure. According to Vulture, Taylor realized Hasbro was doing a better job with its movie properties than Mattel. To wit, the toy company has leveraged board games Candy Land, Battleship and Risk into high-profile projects and had earlier success with a couple small flicks called "G.I. Joe" and "Transformers." Added one source, "When you sign up to make a movie with Hasbro, you know it will be in theaters a year later."

Less of Taylor Lautner is never a good thing, but we can't say we're too sad to see "Max Steel" go. While the toy is wildly popular internationally, it doesn't seem to have much name recognition here in the U.S. Though we will mourn those could-have-been shirtless scenes. Sigh.
So to recap, Taylor's current project list is comprised of "Cancun," "Abduction" and "Stretch Armstrong." And "Breaking Dawn" if Summit ever gets around to it. Still a lot for the rising actor, but a more manageable list, for sure.

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Monday, February 22, 2010

Introducing....

Hey Yall,

JoAnna From Maine here. Ashley has so graciously accepted me into the TSOT community to help manage all things TSOT. While you won't see me much on Twitter, I just don't get it, you'll see me more on the blog, website, & Facebook.

I suppose a little about me is in order. My name is JoAnna, I live in Bangor, ME. I am 26 and currently just living life. I got drawn into the Twilight Saga far later then I should have. People kept telling me to read the books and I kept saying, "Vampires, right." So I eventually watched the movie, and since I am an avid book reader, I read the books. As I am sure everyone knows already, awesome. I saw New Moon twice in theaters and already have plans to go with my niece and nephew to a midnight release of the DVD.

I am pretty open ask me anything, give us feedback on the sites, and let us know what you would like to see! This is a site for you folks so it would stand to follow it would include what you want. I look forward to hearing from you all & helping Ashley out as much as I can.

- JFM

Sunday, February 21, 2010

2010 BAFTA Awards Winners

I didn't get around to posting the winners of the BAFTA awards, but I wouldn't want any of you to miss our wonderful Kristen Stewart's big win....or Summit's either, so here's a list of all the winners. Plus there is a link for BBC America if you'd like to watch it. I hope you enjoy it and don't forget to comment. :)


The British Academy Film Awards (BAFTAs) were handed out today in a spectacular ceremony at London's Royal Opera House. The BAFTAs are considered the British counterpart to the Academy Awards here in the U.S., as well as an accurate bellwether. In fact, last year's awards correctly predicted many winners at the Oscars.

NOTE: If you want to see the awards ONLINE they are being streamed on tape delay from BBC One NOW at THIS LINK. If you want to watch the awards on TV they will be broadcast on tape on BBC America at 8:00 PM Eastern/7:30 PM Pacific time in the US, but check your local listings because some providers vary.


Here is the complete list of winners:

Best Film:
The Hurt Locker

Best Director:
Kathryn Bigelow for The Hurt Locker

Best Original Screenplay:
Mark Boal for The Hurt Locker

Best Adapted Screenplay:
Jason Reitman & Sheldon Turner for Up In The Air

Best Film Not in the English Language:
A Prophet

Best Animated Film:
Pete Docter for Up

Best Leading Actor:
Colin Firth, A Single Man

Best Leading Actress:
Carey Mulligan, An Education

Best Supporting Actor:
Christoph Waltz, Inglourious Basterds

Best Supporting Actress:
Mo'nique, Precious (Based On The Novel Push By Sapphire)

Best Music:
Michael Giacchino for Up

Best Cinematography:
Barry Ackroyd for The Hurt Locker

Best Production Design:
Rick Carter, Robert Stromberg & Kim Sinclair for Avatar

Best Costume Design:
Sandy Powell for The Young Victoria

Best Editing:
The Hurt Locker

Best Sound:
The Hurt Locker

Best Special Visual Effects:
Avatar

Best Makeup and Hair:
Jenny Shircore for The Young Victoria

Outstanding British Film:
Fish Tank

Orange Rising Star Award:
Kristen Stewart

Best Animated Short:
Mother Of Many

Best Short Film:
I Do Air

Outstanding Debut:
Duncan Jones for Moon

Outstanding British Contribution to Cinema:
Joe Dunton

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Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Hello guys/gals,

As most of you know I own and operate this blog on my own and here lately I have become really busy and I'm in need of some desperate help.

Below is a list of all the requirements

1) Must be dedicated to the site

2) Must be able to use Blogger, Facebook, Myspace, and Twitter.

3) Must be able to update atleast one of the following sites (Blogger, Facebook, Myspace, and Twitter) once or twice a week.

4) Must not, by ANY circumstance, give out any passwords to ANYONE!
....not even your husband or wife....or children. Lol!

Please email me if you'd like to help.

Thank you,

Ashley
Owner/Creator
The Stars Of Twilight



Sunday, February 14, 2010

***New*** Promos From 'The Runaways'

***NEW*** Eclipse Stills!!!!

I swear this day just became the best day ever!! YAY!! What do y'all think of the new stills? Leave a comment and tell me all about it.

























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Saturday, February 13, 2010

Robert Pattinson in Details Magazine




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COFFEE
It's the unseasonably cold November of 2008 when I go to New York's Bowery Hotel. There's a young man sitting in the garden, wrapped in about nine black sweaters and wearing a wool hat, smoking cigarettes, sipping a latte the size of his head, and furiously making notes on a script in the bitter cold. I have read about teenage girls lighting themselves on fire in front of his hotel, but at the moment Robert Pattinson is warming his hands on a coffee cup.

Hello, I'm Jenny. I think I'm here so you can check me out.
"Okay. I'm Rob. Um . . . would you like some fries? With gravy?"

Allen Coulter, the director of Hollywoodland and a creative force behind The Sopranos, has sent me. He was thinking about doing this movie—it wasn't quite there yet, but I should "come meet Rob."

Rob. When he came to the United States, he slept on his agent's sofa and then got a small part in a movie called Harry Potter and the Something of Something, which grossed nearly $900 million worldwide. And then he made another one, called Twilight, which grossed $385 million in theaters and almost another $200 million in U.S. DVD sales. Box-office riches, like so much of the female population of this planet, follow him from continent to continent, nursing a raging crush.

Coulter suggested I do some rewrite work on Remember Me (for the record, there is only one credited writer, Will Fetters), the first American release in which Rob will portray a mortal, nonmagical, carbon-based life form of the earthly realm—Salvador Dalí, whom he played in Little Ashes, surely doesn't qualify. As Rob scribbles away on the script's pages, it's clear he is starting his own revision process.

Rob's face is constantly busy—especially his kaleidoscopic eyes, which are continually rolling and dilating, because he is always thinking. Over the course of that latte, he contemplates Jimi Hendrix, French fries, girls, art, beer, his cousin the philosopher, girls, truth, God, his dog, girls, and whether this week's stalker has followed him from L.A. I don't think he could turn his brain off if he wanted to.

Despite the legion of fans trailing him from hotel to hotel, laying siege to each like the Roman army, he is neither fearful nor cocky—he's hungry, curious, forever reaching intellectually. That may not sound like a big deal, but think of the context: Complete strangers want to fuck you, shoot you, be you, buy you, sell you, run their fingers through your hair, watch you have sex, hear you pee, eat chips with you, and kidnap you and stuff you in the trunk of their car. And you? You must know more, more, more about exotic tropical diseases.

Rob and I discover we share a mutual fascination with afflictions that maim and disfigure and disgust: He brings up cancrum oris, in which bacteria eat away at your face until you get kind of a window in the side of your head and the entire world sees your teeth; I mention cyclic vomiting syndrome, a condition in which you puke literally all the goddamn time; he delights in lymphatic filariasis, where parasitic worms burrow into your lymph nodes and can make your balls swell to the size of watermelons, forcing you to tote them around in a wheelbarrow.

We come up with a blockbuster hit movie, entitled Candiru Infestation, about a tiny fish that swims up your urethra and into your urinary tract and lodges in your cock with backward-facing umbrella spikes it shoots from its spine.

"Fucking brilliant! It could be like Finding Nemo!" says Rob. "And the little candiru is lost in the balls! Think of the soundtrack!"

BEER NO. 1
Fourteen months later we're in London. New Moon, the second movie in the Twilight saga, has set box-office records for largest midnight opening and biggest opening-day gross. Remember Me, Rob's young-man-in-crisis drama, has wrapped. He has 24 hours before he has to start rehearsals for Bel Ami, based on the Guy de Maupassant novel, in which he plays a bed-hopping social climber.

He is waiting to pick me up in the bar of my hotel. He has ordered himself a pint of beer and, remembering my beverage of choice, a Diet Coke for me. He has the lovely manners of the good son of a good mum.

He says he wants to take me to a particular restaurant nearby, "just a little out-of-the-way place." So out of the way, it turns out, that after wandering around nearly all of Covent Garden, we can't find it. He doesn't seem too surprised, really. Of late he's been getting lost a lot in his own hometown. But then it's been a couple of years since he's actually lived here, and London is confusing as hell anyway.

Considering alternatives, we peek into a crowded café full of the young and beautiful, but he recoils. A few minutes later, when we come to a tiny Mexican place, his hackles go up a bit. Hmm. I ask him whether, at this point, he's able to sniff out crazed fans lurking under the tables.

"Yes. Sure. But last time I was here, the guacamole was bad."

Rob has made no sartorial concessions to Britain's ugliest winter weather in 30 years. A button-down, light Carhartt-like jacket, no gloves. He does have a hat, perhaps the same one he wore in New York. I'm swaddled like the Michelin Man and I'm fucking freezing. He's cheery, unfazed, giggling away. It occurs to me that London seems to afford him a freedom he doesn't have in New York or Los Angeles. And a London night with deserted, snow-piled streets, after an epic storm that paralyzed Heathrow and shut down the Eurostar trains, is like an unbridled romp while going commando.

Without trying, we arrive back where we started, in front of the Covent Garden Hotel. Across the street there's a high-end sex-toy-and-bondage shop called Coco de Mer. I mention that I popped in there earlier (before the National Gallery, thank you), and I tell him about this insane S&M body-harness contraption they have that allows you to dress up like a horse and have a long tail.

"That's so English. I want to do this entire interview wearing it, from an equine point of view," he says, stomping the sidewalk with make-believe hooves. "Seriously. As an experiment in public perceptions. Is the place still open?"

BEER NO. 2
We're inside, at a warm corner of the hotel's Brasserie Max, and Rob is having another beer. We're talking about how he copes. "When I was 17 until, I don't know, 20, I had this massive, baseless confidence. This very clear idea of myself and how I would achieve success, which involved making decisions. I saw myself picking up the phone and saying 'Absolutely not' or 'Definitely yes.' Having control. Except you have to figure out whether the way you think at 19 or 20 has any value. And eventually I understood, with all that control, which was probably illusory, I wasn't progressing. So now I'm relinquishing a bit. I'll be a tiny bit naked. Except tonight I won't, because it's fucking freezing and my balls will shrivel up."

He may keep his balls covered in winter, but Allen Coulter says that during the shooting of Remember Me, Rob did bare himself: "It was about control, for him, in the beginning. But he wanted forward motion more than he wanted to protect himself. Really brave—especially for a young guy with a big target on his back."

Rob does seem eager to shed some clothing, to give up the reins.

"Shall we go see about that harness? Seriously, you eventually realize you can't make every single decision. I was always building, always protecting something. At the same time, I seemed to be losing the ability to move. I'd protected myself into checkmate. Even mentally." In that moment, he has a realization: "I can barely remember the last two years. Not like a haze of partying or anything like that. Just . . . it's been crazy."

There's been surreal stuff. Like the time at a charity event in Cannes when two attendees bid nearly $60,000 combined to have Rob give their daughters a kiss on the cheek. There's been scary stuff, though the idea he might truly be at risk strikes him as absurd: "I find it really funny—if I got shot, I would literally be in hysterics. I would be like, 'Are you serious? Jesus Christ, get Zac Efron! He's got more social relevance than I do.'" He's pretty sure there was some good stuff, too. "There was this one time with some elephants on a golf course in Barcelona . . ."

He drifts into a reverie. He gets amazed easily, and at the moment he's fixated on the mysterious green bar snacks. They're sort of like wasabi peas, but not. They're covered in chili powder and look like tiny tumors. He's eating every single one.

"Fuck, these are good. What are they? I want to snort them—they'd clear up my sinuses."

BEER NO. 3
Rob's hunger is more than merely metaphorical. He orders two entrees—the mini beef burgers with tomato-and-onion relish and the mini chicken burgers with mango chutney—along with another pint. "I eat so much, I'm like a compulsive eater. I've been eating room service, and I'm always really worried about it, so I choose like six things on the menu and eat them all."

He doesn't want to miss anything, which implies a hint of regret. He didn't always want to be an actor. He modeled. He's a talented guitarist and keyboard player who has toyed with following his older sister Lizzy into pop music. But he's a serious type, and his most serious aspirations involved political speech writing. "It's fascinating. You'd have two or three minutes to affect someone. Make them hear you. Get the message out and maybe it will echo. I quite enjoyed doing press for the first Twilight, because there was a similarity. But after a bit I was ladling it out. If you want people to listen to you, you'd better have something to say. I felt a responsibility to be fascinating. You're bargaining with the audience. Is this enough for them? And that affects the way you look at art."

Art. It's illogical to think he's not allowed to have ideas about it merely because he has helped a lot of people make a lot of money.

"Before, I felt like I couldn't break through anything, including myself. And now it feels a bit as though I've climbed along the side of my brain and am at least looking in. But I know it will take me at least another 10 years before I'm remotely satisfied with anything I do. But with acting you keep trying in the hopes you might be . . . great. But then I think, does wanting to be good or even great, or even just wanting to make art, cheapen the experience?"

I worry his head is going to explode. He answers questions with questions. Doors open onto more doors. This sometimes leads to trouble with scripts: Since he sees every character's point of view, he often needs some sort of distillation. The catch is that unless the distillation somehow encompasses every character's essence, it only causes his imagination to fire more wildly. It's the kaleidoscope-vision thing.

Some people can have the ocean in front of them and just put their big toe in. Rob wants to swim until he drowns, and he's going to try to drink it all up before he goes under. His striving is a source of worry because he can't really tell anybody he wants more: "Please don't make this about me complaining. Please. I'm the luckiest bastard on the planet." He worries he might be selfish. He worries maybe he's a nonhumanist-separatist-weirdo because his most profound moments have been with his dog. And he worries about whether he can be an actor who can reach the masses and still ask for anything.

"If it exists out there—this invisible-creative-spirit-idea thing—then you're the medium through which it travels so everybody can touch it. But . . . what gives you the right to be the medium? What gives you the right to claim it? And then get an agent and say I want $20 million and a fruit basket to be the medium, thank you very much.

"As an actor, you can elevate the human condition or cheapen it. I would assume it's the same with anything you do—you try to elevate and maybe someday you will." An actor may indeed have the ability to raise us, but Rob unconsciously starts speaking sotto voce each time he utters the word actor or any variation of it.

Rob, did you know that every time you say actor or acting you lower your voice to a whisper?
He's genuinely startled. "I do?"
Yes, so quietly it's like you're saying Negro.
He laughs, lightens up. "What if we were 'acting' like 'Negroes'? Then we'd be fucked—we couldn't hear anything. . . ."

BEER NO. 4
Rob asks the waiter for another beer. He's talking about an uncle who worked in a steel mill in the Yorkshire town his dad grew up in. Rob's father and his other uncles moved away as soon as they were old enough, but the eldest brother stayed there his whole life.

"They're bulldozing houses, whole streets of houses. And my dad asked him, 'Why stay?' He said, 'Who's going to look after our mom?' And I was just thinking, Jesus fucking Christ, there might be something wrong with my emotional sight, because I'm not sure if I could make that kind of sacrifice. The only emotional connection of relevance is with my dog. My relationship with my dog, it's ridiculous.

"I think you need to be able to break through what you think about yourself to try to make any sort of art. I used to play music all the time, and the most amazing part was the freedom that came with kicking myself in the ass, letting go, and surprising myself."

He tried to let go a little bit with the photo shoot accompanying this interview—it wasn't easy.

"I really hate vaginas. I'm allergic to vagina. But I can't say I had no idea, because it was a 12-hour shoot, so you kind of get the picture that these women are going to stay naked after, like, five or six hours. But I wasn't exactly prepared. I had no idea what to say to these girls. Thank God I was hungover."

Is your mom going to have something to say about it?
"Oh, God." He puts his head in his hands, shrugs. "Well, she quite enjoyed when I got her cable." It's not that Rob's mother now spends all night watching Skinemax in her London home. "No, no! God, no! It's just that there's nakedness all over the place now. But this shoot, it's kind of eighties nakedness, you know? If you look at porn in, like, the eighties, there was something kind of quaint about it, quite sweet—like this little naked community. The people who made it liked it, they had respect for it. Not remotely like the porn that's available now. No community in it at all. It's just everything, everywhere."

CANDY
In the U.K., Smarties are made of chocolate and are kind of like M&M's in weird colors like mauve and teal but somehow more delicious. Rob's not really a dessert guy, yet he's rapidly hoovering my last packet of Smarties. "Amazing. I've eaten like 5,000 of these already. See what you have to deal with?"

In Remember Me he plays a guy whose issues are eerily like his own. Tyler is a young man who has retreated into himself, but then he meets a woman, becomes conflicted, and has to choose whether to remain in lockdown or step into life and the world.

"Tyler is so aware of his actions. But he has no idea whether they're of any value at all. Can you be a person if you live in the bubble? He's stuck in the middle. At the same time, he's lucky to have the choice. Conflict is innate in a lucky person."

What attracted you to the role?
"I'm a lucky person. Thank God. And I'm conflicted. Thank God."

He tells me about a book he read called Eat the Rich, by P.J. O'Rourke (full disclosure: P.J. was married briefly to my sister, though Rob had no idea). He was drawn to a part that says something like: One man's wealth does not mean another man's poverty—and vice versa. Rob's slightly embarrassed to voice this idea.

He is unsure whether to feel guilty, to bask in it all, or both. Thing is, there aren't any rules for a life as extraordinary as his is right now. He tells me an elephant story. Not the one about Barcelona elephants—one about some he'd met recently in California.

"Did you know elephants purr? It's completely scary if you don't know what it is. They purr like cats, but their heads are so deep they sound like velociraptors. You feel it in the ground under your feet. So this big female started sniffing my foot—big female elephant, that is. She sniffed it so hard it came up off the pavement like her trunk was a vacuum cleaner. Then she took my entire body in her mouth. I was holding on to her head, and as I slowly let go she tightened her grip really carefully until I'm just upside down in her mouth and she's going through my pockets with her trunk, looking for peppermints. It was the best day of my life."

So you gave up control to an elephant, got groped, mugged, had your candy tugged at—and it was glorious?
"Yeah. So beautiful you can't imagine. And the baby elephant was so excited that it sprinted out and did its routine in five seconds and then curtsied to everybody. It was actually laughing. Brilliant. Did you know they can also do imitations of other animals? A horse, a chicken, a monkey—these elephants could, anyway. They were movie elephants. One had written a screenplay, and one really wants to direct."

He laughs. He was in Los Angeles, in discussions to star with Sean Penn in Water for Elephants, an adaptation of Sara Gruen's novel. The elephants are actors like him, and he wonders if he might, on some cosmic level, be a bit like them.

"Do you know how they die? The elephant guy told me their molars get ground down from eating wood but regenerate like six times. And after that they slowly starve to death. Which is poignant, but that must also be what gives them time to get to the elephant graveyard. They're incredibly designed creatures. I mean, people hang on way too fucking long. If I knew that when my teeth fell out, that was it . . . Wow. The best day of my life. Beautiful, beautiful day."

A few moments later, Rob announces he's going to get a cab home and excuses himself.

Can I walk you? I don't like you going out there all by yourself.
"I'll be okay."

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Thursday, February 11, 2010

HAPPY 18th TAYLOR!!!





Tuesday, February 9, 2010

I definately wouldn't turn this beautiful man down, not even for Rob. *sorry ladies, I know I said that out loud, but don't kill me.* Kellan is sexier than Rob...appearences wise.



Taylor Blue back again for another installment of the” K’ Factor. I have had a lot of pictures to pour over, I mean those underwear ones were fine. But I had to chose this one as my lead pic. When I saw it I literally gasped. Wouldn’t you like it girls if he pulled up in a car and was waiting outside for you like this? I know I would for sure go anywhere he would want to take me. Even if it was around the block and back. Or maybe dinner. That could work. Anywhere is anywhere.

I also saw this quote in an article that was here where Kellan said, “I love doing stunts, I love getting hurt.” And we ALL know that I couldn’t leave that one alone. I mean…in Eclipse we will see him doing some fighting. I’m sure when he does fight his abs stick out even more. Oh yeah, he likes getting hurt…he should wrestle me. I won’t let him down.

This also makes me wonder if we will see him shirtless in Eclipse. I hope that it does. He needs more lines and more shirtlessness. I think the whole world needs more of him shirtless.

Until next time…

Thank you Kellan Luz Online!

Monday, February 8, 2010

As you know, TwiCon will be bringing you to the stars -- but now we'd like to bring the stars to YOU! For every fully paid registration from Feb. 8 through March 15, you will receive an autographed 8x10 photo from one of the "Twilight" stars! You will receive a randomly selected autograph from one of the following celebs: Billy Burke, Kellan Lutz, Alex Meraz, Christian Serratos.

Offer while supplies last; and we are sorry, but we cannot honor specific autograph requests. You do not need to do anything further -- simply complete your registration at www.TwiCon.org during the specified dates and the autograph will be sent to the address with which you registered! Please allow 3-4 weeks for delivery.

Keep watching the TwiCon site for more promotions, plus your chance to win some cool stuff -- simply for securing your registration at North America's hottest vamp con!

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*NEW* HQ Remember Me Stills

*NEW* The Runaways Posters




Following the November blockbuster release of "New Moon," Robert Pattinson has maintained a relatively low profile as he geared up to begin filming "Bel Ami" alongside Uma Thurman in Europe. That cloud of welcome anonymity is about to break, though, as the PR machine ramps up for another RPattz film release: the romantic drama "Remember Me."

In an interview with the Scottish Daily Record, Pattinson spoke of his paranoia about relationships, the eventual end of the "Twilight" series and some very intimate on-camera time he'll soon share with Thurman.

"The sex scenes with Uma are kind of disturbing," he said. "Her character kind of uses sex as a sort of weapon and my character thinks like an animal. There's a lot of sex scenes in this film, so I'm asking quite a lot of myself, and with lots of different people as well."

In "Bel Ami," Pattinson plays a Parisian journalist and playboy who courts his friend's wife (Thurman) and eventually marries her. Filming is set to take place across Europe, from London to Budapest.

During the interview, Pattinson also spoke about the frustration of planning his life around the "Twilight," as there's still no set date for production on "Breaking Dawn," nor any definitive word about whether the final book in the vampire series will become two films or just one.

"Not knowing when 'Breaking Dawn' is going to shoot — because it changes all the time — is a kind of burden, to have this thing where you don't know when it's going to happen," Pattinson said. "So you've got to organize everything in your life around that and that can be difficult."

Problematic as well is his increasing lack of privacy in his personal life, particularly given the persistent rumors that he's in a relationship with "Twilight" co-star Kristen Stewart.

"If you meet a crowd of people, a lot of times you think someone is going to say something, someone could be going to sell a story about you," he admitted. "The majority of times, nothing bad ever happens, but having that paranoia there is very annoying."

One story — or rather, one outlandish casting rumor — should now be put to rest. Any wish on the part of some fans that the rebooted "Spider-Man" franchise will star Pattinson as Peter Parker is just that: a wish, with no basis in reality.

"I don't think I'm going to be playing Spider-Man, even though I would quite like to do it," he said.

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*NEW* Eclipse Stills!!!

I know they look like the first still but they're definately different...and they're seriously sexy. I think it's safe to say I envy any female that gets to be this close to him. First Kristen, then Emilie....I need to change my profession from music, to acting. Lol!

Be sure to leave a comment and tell me what you think of them.






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Sexy *NEW* Remember Me stills

The cold winter months are about to get a whole lot hotter! We've secured two new exclusive images from Robert Pattinson's upcoming romantic drama, "Remember Me" (out March 12), and we're pretty sure that after you get a glimpse at them, you aren't going to want to do much for the rest of the day except stare.



Looking at these two pics, we can safely say that Emilie de Ravin wasn't lying when she told MTV News last month that she and Rob hit it off right away. "I flew to New York to test with Rob and we immediately got along and had instant great chemistry, which is not an easy thing to come by," she said. "Obviously you're acting, but you want to have that connection with somebody. We had it."

check out the second image, which puts these two mighty attractive people IN THE SHOWER TOGETHER!



Though we love seeing Rob in a plaid shirt getting, you know, frisky on a bed, we have to admit this second image might be our favorite. It's nice seeing him let loose for a role — it's a welcome change from his polite and guarded Edward Cullen ways. When it comes to Emilie, on the other hand, we have to wonder how many pieces of sexy lingerie she had to try on to make this scene work!

Can I honestly say, I love Rob even more after these & I envy Emilie more than anything, so not fair! :(

Leave a comment and tell me what you all think of the new pics of our sexiness...and Emilie, of course.

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Saturday, February 6, 2010

Celeb Beach Bowl: Taylor is a Vampire!





Oh, Eli Manning! We know you're an NFL quarterback and probably have not read the "Twilight" saga books or seen "Twilight" or "New Moon"... but still. Taylor Lautner, vampire? C'mon now.
The 4th annual Celebrity Beach Bowl kicked off Saturday, Feb. 6 in South Beach. Eli Manning is coaching Team Palladia HD and when asked in the pre-game show how he was going to use his players, he said:


Marisa Miller is my Reggie Bush. Wildcat offense with Marisa. She's a wildcat. Taylor Lautner, he's a vampire so he'll definitely be in there. He's a Wes Welker, he'll have 15 catches for 7 yards.


Sounds good to us, Eli. Except Taylor's a werewolf! Geez. Get it right.

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Thursday, February 4, 2010

New 'Remember Me' Stills

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

I am officially dead. *drool*



















THANK YOU KELLAN LUTZ ONLINE!!!

I think Calvin Klein is trying to kill us!
*brain is temporarily dead, please leave a message ofter the beep. BEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!!!!!*













Photos from Twilight Complex and TwiFans

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