Remember Me, I'm Robert Pattinson.

And not simply 'that Edward Cullen guy'.

You have no idea what inextinguishable pleasure it, you could say, infected to Russovoir from The Rover for Robert Pattinson. He completely went for the neck, sank his teeth, and from there, it's a waiting game on how far and how much he's capable of keeping you in his grip. The fact that there was more blood to the eyes than to the rest of the body was a clever - of whose blame, really: the actor or the audience? - ploy. Speechless, immobile, but unrelenting rapport for this fresh character, unseen of to the population of Forks, Washington, portrayed by Pattinson; the twilight of a typecast.

The story is simple, without frills, no back story; open-ended, one could say. There was no support to build on from, either the characters and setting; which left one feeling lost (until it gets to the ending, guaranteed). So it dragged on for a while, Russovoir admits. Accent so heavy and deliberate that what the film did instead is disusing one's sense of hearing* to draw focus on one's eyes interplaying between one's feelings. The result is disusage of one's ability to speak. The Rover is without a doubt a Robert Pattinson film. Like a wooden stake into a sleeping vampire, he nailed it.

"Why did you leave me out there? I'm your brother!"

*sparingly

Like two sharp fangs, Remember Me (2010) and this, The Rover, we're not looking at a vampire, no, he's way behind that stage in his career. What we're now looking at is a hound. A Hound in Hollywood.