Since the trilogy of erotic romance novels, “Fifty Shades of Grey,” by E.L James, swept readers by storm, fans have been awaiting the release of the film. Dakota Johnson and Jamie Dornan play Anastasia Steele and Christian Grey as they endeavor into BDSM (bondage and discipline, dominance and submission and sadism and masochism.) The Restricted rated film has sparked interest as well as controversy over its steamy scenes and their execution on screen.
Despite having heard the book was poorly written, I wanted to see what the fuss was about and watch how creators could make a purely sex driven story into a mainstream blockbuster.
The weak plot follows Steele as a college student falling into a deep infatuation with the successful businessman Grey. Their relationship starts slowly as they see each other occasionally. But not once do they go on a date. With much persuasion from Grey and his gorgeous Seattle apartment, Steele moves in with him on weekends so they can delve into BDSM sex. From the get-go, Steele contemplates whether or not this is the relationship she really wants. On one hand, Grey is strikingly attractive and suave, but on the other he is distant and emotionally stunted. There is just as much sex as there is her questioning what BDSM really means to Grey.
One thing I appreciated in “Fifty Shades of Grey” was its postponing the sex to show Steele’s dilemma and descent into BDSM practices. Even though most of Grey’s and Steele’s dialogue was boring, they didn’t start having sex until about halfway into the film.
Despite “Fifty Shades of Grey” making $486.2 million worldwide,I give the film a C because of it’s hokey dialogue and lack of plot. The characters were mildly intriguing which made the two hour length bearable, but I will not go see the rest of the trilogy as it is released.