Wow. Catherine Hardwicke is a good director. The film hits all the queues... unfortunately.
This film would be great if all the scenes necessary to make it about vampires were subsituted with scenes that had similar alegory without all the American fetishes of flatscreens, steaks, vampires, and more subversively integrating art and empiricism, perpetuating the sublime's violent repression of desire without the concomitant moment of release. It's cute while undermining the history of cuteness, love, and autheticity, trading what is a "coming of age" story for the effect of Buffy reruns. Without the possibility of judging particulars and rationally considering ends and goals, the reason which was to be the means to satisfying human ends becomes its own end and thereby turns against the true aim of happiness for the characters.