Back to what I was saying, I started reading unaware of Christian's playroom, his dirty talk, and penchant for sex toys. I had no idea this book was about BDSM (dominance/submission, and sadism/masochism)! When I got to Chapter Seven and entered, via Ana, what she called the Red Room of Pain, I almost threw my iPad across the room. What the fuck? I couldn't believe that people I knew were talking so openly about reading this book on FaceBook! I mean, I have nothing against reading erotica but to talk about it...to other people...on Facebook? I thought you hid that kind of shit. Kind of like the Victoria's Secret catalog that my son keeps "hidden" in the bathroom.
OK, deep breath. No one knows you are reading this. YOU haven't mentioned it on Facebook. You are not a pervert...well you kind of are... OK, good...now keep reading. So I read and I entered a realm of sex that I never knew could be so sexy.
This book has gotten a lot of flak due to it's "violence". According to some, Christian is a classic abuser. He is controlling, dominating, a stalker. I didn't get that. I saw that he was consumed with Ana and that, more than the whips and chains, turned me on. (There really aren't any chains...just an expression)
Seriously, what woman doesn't want to be the center of her lover's world? Who doesn't want to be totally taken care of, in and out of the bedroom? How many times has your husband/boyfriend rolled over after what he considers mind blowing sex and promptly fallen asleep while you stare at the ceiling wondering if you can sneak in a real orgasm without waking him up? Don't lie, ladies...it has happened.
Did the last scene in the book where Christian punishes Ana take it too far? Probably, but that was character development. That was also the turning point in the series where Christian's "need" to punish women starts to fade. It doesn't mean that he doesn't still like to smack her on the ass or tie her up, and by all accounts it got her river flowing...along with thousands of women reading.
But enough with analyzing the book, let's talk about the movie! I have been eagerly awaiting it's release. So has the rest of the world, if the lines at the theatre were any indication. Even though I bought our tickets in advance, we still had to stand in line to get inside. I found myself looking around at the other patrons, wondering if THEY were there to see 50 Shades. Most definitely, the woman holding the hand of the young child would be seeing SpongeBob, but what about that group of older people? When I say old, I mean two of the group had canes...and not the kind Christian Grey would use. But no, they bought tickets for American Sniper.
Finally seated, the movie starts...SLOWLY. I love it when a movie doesn't deviate from the book, but in this case, I was bored. It was almost as if the book was being read in a monotone voice, the characters just didn't click. Until the sex scenes and then YIKES, that shit was hot. But then back to boring monologue. I found myself waiting for more sex and started feeling like a pervert. Then I remembered I am a pervert and was OK with it.
During the closing credits, the woman seated next to me said to her girlfriend, "My husband is doing it all wrong." Then she looked at me and said, "Good for you, you got your husband to come with you. Now he knows." I don't think she meant that now he knows it's time to build a playroom complete with spreader bars and a chest full of butt plugs, (although he did ask if we needed to add such a room to the floor plans to our next house)...now he knows that experimentation with sex that is different from the "norm" is OK and doesn't have to be degrading or abusive. It can be done with love(...and ice cubes, and floggers, and a grey silk tie...if that's what floats your boat). Although the movie doesn't do a good job at portraying this, it is an underlying theme in the books.
I hope that is the message that everyone gets while reading this book or watching the movie; kinky fuckery can be mighty fine.
And if you're wondering...no playroom necessary at our house, but a four poster bed would be nice!