Yes, today I had it all – the 50 Shades date, complete with roses, chocolate and dinner. Roses are always beautiful, chocolate – well we all know there is no real word to accurately describe that, and as far as the date goes – any of you who know us, know our dates are always fabulous. So. Let's get right to the movie.
50 Shades. I powered through all three books (See my post – Christian Grey – Today's The Day) in a weekend the first week they were out. I loved them. What I didn't love was all the hype about them being “mommy porn”. Granted, they were not literary masterpieces, but there WAS a story there. An incredible story. A story of a heart encased in concrete, cold, impenetrable, resulting in a narcissist who cannot love and refuses to be loved. If you've ever known one, you know that they always lash out in some way – be it alcohol, drugs, or in this case, a red room. They also draw the person they love in, then when the person responds, they just as quickly push them away. Not many hang in there with these people, but Anastasia is a trooper and Christian Grey has no clue how lucky he is.
As for the sex – the scenes occured in the book over and over, so many times I actually got bored and skipped over them. While reading the books there were moments I actually wanted to shout Okay! I get it already! But in the movie? Oh wow. When professional screen writers do it right, I fall into the story and all I see is Christian Grey saying You can't love me. I am unlovable. What does Anastasia do? Does she hang? Does she bail? And that, my friends is the story. It is deep and emotional and by no means over – there are two more books to go, after all.
Should you go see it? Yes! Go! It's well worth the ticket price. The two actors were well suited to the parts they played. The amount of words said in looks and gestures was riveting. The red room? Tastefully portrayed to insert the block that is essential to the story. The ending? You. Will. Want. More.
Oh, and my hubby? He loved it too. He is at a major disadvantage because he didn't read the books, but he heard me soapbox about them for months because everyone, news media included, completely missed the incredible story because they were so enamored by the red room, so he just had to see what the hype was all about. And my man, the sensitive, heart-felt, people person he is – he got it. He agrees with me that the red room is a symptom, a side-action of the incredible story unfolding on the screen. When the movie ended I had to pat his arm and say Don't worry, dear, there are two more books, so it's not over yet.
And so, as another Valetines Day goes by, it is the ability to give and receive love that is truly the crux of life, and…I have written.
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