Fifty Shades of
Grey
Dir: Sam Taylor-Johnson
2015
*
I haven't read the best selling novel by E. L. James that this film is
adapted from and quite frankly, I'm never going to. I don't think I've heard
anything positive said about it and it really doesn't sound like it's the sort
of thing I'd enjoy. However, that hasn't stopped me before. I'm no 'best
seller' snob either, I'll read what I want without any regard to public opinion
because that's the kind of open-minded free thinker I am. The real reason I'm
not interested in reading Fifty Shades of Grey is because
it is in fact originally written for a Twilight fan-fiction website.
Fan-fiction fantasists have been going for decades, most of them are cheap
romance rip-offs that slowly descend into dirty talk. I read one once
based on the original Star Trek series. It was about Kirk and Spook's secret
desire for each other. I read it quite by chance thinking it was something else
but it was actually quite well written and rather funny but certainly never
serious. Fifty Shades of Grey was originally titled Master
of the Universe (I probably would have read it again by accident if it still
was) and was all about Edward and Bella getting somewhat frisky with each
other. It was promptly removed from the website and E. L. James decided to develop it further. Its initial appeal was said
to be among married women in their thirties and various publishers began to
describe it as 'Mommy porn'. A deeply unpleasant thought, and a
little stupid too, especially as Mills & Boon had been doing this sort of
thing for decades. It really isn't anything new. The thing that really got
people talking, apart from a rather clever whispering campaign, was that
it featured BDSM (bondage, dominance, submission and sadomasochism). I'm a
bit surprised that this kind of thing is still shocking to many people, each to
their own, I can only imagine it became a best seller because everyone is
secretly interested, it's either that or society has become so dictated to, so
desperate to have something to complain about and so uninteresting that this is
seen as a major thrill, but I'm sure that's not it. 'Live and let live', that's
what I say but I also say 'do your research'. My biggest issue with the whole
thing is that it is quite clear that E. L. James has
wondered into a world she knows very little about. Injecting a supposed
romantic element into a subservient story of submission is okay if
you do it properly but she hasn't. There is a certain formula to romantic
novels and a certain formula to sexy books. By all means do something new, but
break the formula if you do. First love and anal fisting don't really work
together. If it was meant to be a provocative stand against the norm or
something of a rebellion against formula then great, but it isn't, for starters E.
L. James can't tell a story to save her life. The film seems to suffer the same
issues as the book, in that sense it could be regarded as a faithful
adaptation, but you'd have to ask someone who has read it and will admit to it.
The tone of the film is all wrong. The flighty music that accompanies the
bondage scenes doesn't strike me as an intentional attempt
post-modernist irony, just a poor creative decision. The light-hearted way
our submissive leading lady declares she won't be partaking in vaginal
clamping, as if she was the same as drinking caffeine late at night
or swimming straight after lunch, is laughably worrying. It's not
trying to be satirical, it wants the audience to take it seriously. I thought I
might be astonished by the spanking bits but instead I was perplexed and left
agog as to what the film makers would try and convince us of next. It is a
romantic film about bondage that isn't the least bit romantic and that features
very little bondage. The acting is terrible, the script is amazingly bad and
the mood, tone, structure are all wrong and there really isn't any story to
speak of. You just know that everyone involved probably think the
last scene was striking and bold but the truth is it is probably the
worst filmed/written in the last twenty years.
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