(Ostensibly) the last film of the lumbering, celibacy-promoting franchise. There's no more stupid sexual tension between Edward and Bella—sure, they're still annoying as fuck, but at least Edward's sparkly blue balls have been put to rest. As for the book's adult-werewolf-in-love-with-a-small-child side plot, well... Part 2 manages to make the pervy sitch somewhat tasteful, except for weird side-glances between ab-packed Jacob and eight-year-old Renesmee. Yep, super tasteful! by Courtney Ferguson