50 SHADES OF GREYPosted: 2013/09/03
Fifty Shades of Grey by E.L. James Fifty Shags of Grey, oops, I mean Fifty Shades of Grey is an impressive book mostly because publicists, corporations, etc. convinced people it was an amazing, must-read book and got people crazy hyped about it. Isn’t this is sort of the equivalent of Furby or Cabbage Patch Kids or Tickle Me Elmo, or in this book, Tie Me Up and Tickle Me Elmo, but for women?
I’ve read tons of romance or whatever books, I find them a quick, gratuitous read which I enjoy as kind of a palate cleanser between other books. This is basically a glorified bodice ripper novel disguised as a deep-poor-little-billionaire-controlling guy-into-domination-with-issues-well-until-he-finds-his-virgin-who-can-make-him-love. Sigh.
Real story? Two fictional consenting adults having sex in various ways. Oh, that’s new.
I did find the fictional email exchanges quite amusing and of course, it’s hot. This is a PR-made phenomenon and with it comes: movies, T-shirts, coffee mugs, skits on comedy shows, hushed discussions, giggles, and bawdy jokes. Essentially this is Twilight without the supernatural and with way more leather. Team Christian anyone?
As for the movie, everyone calm down, Charlie Hunnam is sizzling British actor with a whole beer store of packs for a stomach. Seen him in Sons of Anarchy, he’s good. As for Dakota Johnson, well, she’s from a long line of over-actors, Melanie Griffith, Don Johnson and Tippi Hedren, but to date I’ve only seen her act. Way to break the mould.
This movie is going to be so stylized, so smooth there’s little need for actors to even be there, you could go with CGI and people would still be drooling. I would still prefer 50 Shades of chocolate.