Review of Fifty Shades of Grey (2015) by Asjklasjklas — 04 Mar 2015

If I’m being honest, I should be damning the Fifty Shades film to hell. It’s an adaption of one of the most poorly written novels in recent memory and makes the Twilight trilogy’s Stephanie Meyers—which it initially originated from, being a fan fiction—look like J.

D. Salinger. It’s also one of the poorest representations of the BDSM community I’ve ever witnessed and I’d argue that it’s actually about a mentally unstable man who uses “BDSM” to stabilize his sadist mind—if I took “erotic” fan fiction seriously.

But Fifty Shades of Grey just wasn’t as unwatchable as I initially predicted it to be and, to my surprise, it has entertainment value—if not in its target audience, it has laughable dialogue, cheap acting performances, and an overall sense of silliness, the way it boasts the fetish it knows nothing of, which should make it a must-see for the ones who antagonize it most.

But otherwise, this isn’t a film I wouldn’t particularly remember, for better or worse, if it weren’t for the controversy, criticism and cultural criticism surrounding it. It’s merely a mediocrity dressed in clothing that might catch everyone’s attention, both good and bad, but some of us who neither treasure nor hate this franchise see how unfitting it truly is.