I’m obviously the wrong person to review this decadent BDSM, Cinderella melodrama…
And I’m totally the wrong demographic for this (love) story of fetish sex. I haven’t even read the books, for crying out loud.
Still I’m NOT letting those small forks-in-the-road stand in the way of sharing my undervalued opinion on Comcast Universal NBC’s screen adaptation of this just over two hour long sex romp of E.L. James’ best selling mommy porn.
So here are my basic observations of FIFTY SHADES OF GREY.
*** The sexual titillation doesn’t get going until about 40 minutes into the film.
Up until then it’s a long and tedious exercise in “getting to know you” interplay with any realistic signs of chemistry between Christian and Anastasia sorely missing.
*** And even in its most dramatic and compelling scenes, the film’s dialogue borders on sketch comedy material. Ditto the delivery of some of the lines.
(i.e. “I don’t do romance.”—“Enlighten me then.”
And how can you keep a straight face with this milk dud hitting you square in the face:
“I don’t make love. I f*ck!”) Continue reading