‘50 Shades of Grey’ movie the wrong kind of fantasy
THE two reactions to the forthcoming movie Fifty Shades of Grey seem to involve either (a) swooning or (b) tutting. The swooning is by all the overheated lady magazines keen to ride its mummy porn coat-tails, and the tutting from those disapproving commentators who think the whole thing is a bit, well, unfeminist.
And hereās (c): meh. Meh because the story is neither one thing or another. Meh because it is such a missed opportunity for something genuinely hot ā it is too Mills & Boone to be properly erotic, yet too falsely representative of the true nature of submission and domination to give an accurate portrayal of this most misunderstood psychosexual dynamic. Itās just too Hollywood to be any good. Cinderella in a blindfold. As if.
