There's the obvious reason to feel bad, of course. Who among us could stand the sheer, numbing hell of being followed around night and day by relentless paparazzi, having every little minutiae of our lives ruthlessly examined and dissected by a million little blogs, chomping away like insatiable mosquitoes? Imagine not having a private moment to yourself for three, four, five years and counting.
But, some may say that such tabloid attention comes with the job of being a famous actor. Sure, I suppose -- but it's his actual job where Pattinson gets the most sympathy from me. He's an actor and the role of Edward is a horribly, horribly dull one.
Edward glowers, Edward mopes, Edward stares moony-eyed at just-as-dull Bella and mouths the worst, schmoopiest dialogue this side of a 14-year-old girl's LiveJournal page. He doesn't really grow or change in the movie -- he loves Bella from start to finish -- and doesn't engage in much conflict outside of the odd, hasty fight scene. He has no arc, no development, no story. Wouldn't you be bored to tears after three years of such stultifying nonsense? And then have to do press for it? Answer question after question about your nothing character who does pretty much nothing? I'd be champing at the bit to get the hell out of Dodge after playing such an empty fart of a character for four years, too.
So, have some courtesy for poor ol' Rob. Yes, he's rich and famous and obscenely handsome. But, like US Weekly tells us, he's a star just like us -- stuck in a boring job he hates and can't wait to leave.