I feel like there should be an air raid siren sounding
ominously somewhere in the distance. People scurrying for the bunkers as the
first phallic shaped planes fly overhead, dropping leather bombs and
heat-seeking sex toy missiles, while a parade of inner goddesses sing like a
choir of inappropriately dressed angels in the background.
Or maybe that’s just the sound of a thousand critics
simultaneously giving up on the human race and committing seppuku.
I made no secret of my opinions of Fifty Shades of Grey
when I first read it. I read fanfiction every day – it’s been a part of my life
for ten years, and I thought that I’d been exposed to the worst that writing
had to offer me, until I read this book. I only read the first one, because I
decided that subjecting myself to anymore of such epically bad writing would be
tantamount to self flagellation. I had no problems with the content, like some people
did – I seem to recall describing the sex scenes and cliché and trite. I had no
qualms about the book’s humble origins as Twilight fanfiction, like some people
did – as I have indicated, I’ve been on fanfiction for years. I embrace the
adopting of it into mainstream media (though I seem to recall lamenting that
this book would be the introduction of so many people to such a wonderful and
unique community).
No my issues began with the characters, the primary of
which was that Ana is such a fucking boring protagonist. If story characters
are meant to grow like a tree sprouting out of the ground, then Ana grows like
a carrot – backwards into the earth. By the end of the story, she’s learned no
lesson from her mishaps, and she’s just as naive, frustrating and unlikable as
she was at the start – possibly more so, because you’ve wasted hours of your
life reading the book and you resent her for it. But even if she’d been the
most engaging character on the planet, it wouldn’t have mattered, because it’s
been a while since I read such epically dire writing. I speak no hyperbole when
I say that I have read fanfictions by fourteen year olds which had a better grasp
of sentence structure. And for the love of God, someone buy the author a
thesaurus before she has the chance to write anything else!
It’s important for me to reiterate my opinions of the
book here, in order to lend some context to my thoughts going into the trailer.
Like most of the literary minded community, I’d been silently weeping since
they announced that they were making a movie out of the book, and so the
presence of the trailer sent an immediate shudder of disgust through me, before
I’d even clicked on the link. I did try to view it as an entirely separate being,
and make myself forget that the book ever existed in order to judge the trailer
on it’s own merits. But that’s impossible – the stain of the book is just too
large to ignore on the underpants of this movie, so I’m just going to review it
with the knowledge, and see how I feel at the end.
First impressions are slick and shiny (rather how I
imagine the actors will look at the end of every sex scene). A lot of effort
seems to have been made to make this movie full of visual impact, which would
make sense given the nature of this story. The locations are crisp and modern,
with deep colours or flawless chromes. And while we’re on the subject of things
we can absorb with our eyes, okay guys, we get the picture – scene one and you’ve
dressed Ana in something visually reminiscent of a schoolgirl, holding a year
four exercise book to depict her innocence at the beginning of the story. Aren’t
you clever?
Any hopes I might have had that Ana might find some pools
of depth for this movie are being swiftly dashed. She seems as bland and
unlikeable as she is in the books. Actually Christian is drawing my eye more,
and I think that’s because he’s provoking the correct reaction from me – to lamp
him one in the face. He appears, for all intents and purposes in this trailer,
to be a smarmy prick, which is exactly what he was in the books, so full marks
for casting there. None the less, it seems that any chemistry there might be
one sided. They can give each other those intense stares all the way through
the trailer, but the actress playing Ana is still going to have to work really
hard to convince me that she’s actually into this.
The actual sex looks as though it might possibly have
been done with some taste, which is surprising since the book had none. In
keeping with the visually slick style, everything looks clean and tidy and not
in the least bit dirty. I don’t know if this is just Hollywood trying not to
turn us all off with realism, or if it’s just them trying to stick to their
visual style consistently. The trailer actually makes an effort to convince us
that there is plot in this story, and not just an endless string of sex scenes,
and I have to give it it’s due – if I hadn’t read the books, I’d actually think
that this might be going somewhere.
Never mind the details though. Let’s just get to the
ultimate question.
Did the trailer make me want to see the movie?
Well yes, and not just because I wanted to since I first
heard about it. Morbid fascination is a factor here, but I am genuinely
interested to see what they can do with such a terrible story. I don’t like
being disappointed by movies, contrary to what some people might believe. And I
must give things a chance to surprise me. That’s not to say that I won’t be
taking this movie with a pinch of salt – more a mountain of the stuff.
I have to admit, that for all the praise and abuse that
got heaped at the book, the people who’ve made the movie seem to have tried
really really hard to treat it as a serious film. In fact if you don’t think
about the book for a moment, the film almost seems respectable in a strange way
– a genuine effort to make something engaging with a proper plot and characters
that you might actually grow to care about. But at the end of the day, the
cynic in me sees this movie for what it really is – an effort to cash in on a
book that has no right to be as popular as it is.
Actually, taking the trailer as read, it seems as though
more of the focus has been dedicated to the relationship between the
characters, rather than the sexual nature (although that doesn’t seem to have
been skimped on either). But what good is that going to be, when Ana is about
as engaging as a ham and cheese sandwich? If this is the case, and they have
tried to sell this more as a romance than a fuck fest, then I will at least be
able to give them props for trying to improve the source material. But then
again, this is a trailer, and if history has taught us anything it’s that
trailers lie to us more than a cheating spouse. So I will take my mountain of
salt with me to the cinema, and I will take everything that this movie gives me
with a spoonful of it.
If I don’t come out at the end, someone ring an
ambulance?
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