by Marc Mohan
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I don’t think I’m unique in having an opinion about the acting talents of Kristen Stewart that has fluctuated over the years. My personal K-Stewmometer, though, has tended toward extreme readings more than most, I’d wager.
When the star first shot to prominence, shoved in front of a gawking America via the Twilight phenomenon, Stewart seemed to be a sneering, petulant creature with the screen presence of an Ikea bookshelf. Even when she showed up in decent indie flicks like Adventureland or On the Road, I still got the impression of a slumming A-lister.
But I was wrong, and I’m big enough to admit it.