Yesterday afternoon, I saw the new film
Fifty Shades of Grey, based on the erotic romance novel of the same name by E.L. James. I hadn't read the books beforehand, which I expect I would have found insufferable if the general consensus about the quality of their prose is even half-true. (Judging from the stilted, melodramatic, overwrought and thoroughly unbelievable dialogue in the screen adaptation, I suspect that the negative literary evaluation is dead-on correct.) By way of a hand-waving "review," I'll just say that
Fifty Shades of Grey was a far cry from a cinematic masterpiece, but it wasn't an
awful film, either. It fell squarely within my generic category of "Sunday matinee"-quality movies. Not bad enough to walk out of, but not good enough to pay full price for.
My guess is that anyone who has been keeping up with pop-culture of late knows already that the
FSoG phenomenon is to adult (over 30) women what the
Twilight phenomenon was to younger (under 25) women a few years back. Both tap into a host of so-called transgressive and unspoken desires that heterosexual women have heretofore refrained from sharing in polite company and, in so doing, both are as complicatedly liberatory for women as they are subtly re-normalizing, Somehow, the accidents of Fate aligned two years ago to magically unveil these secrets in a manner that women of a certain age were ready to avow, even if reluctantly and still semi-secretly. Those women began reading
FSoG together in their book clubs, they sipped their wine and winked and nodded to one another in tacit affirmation, they made clandestine purse-to-purse exchanges of the novel in the cereal aisle of the grocery store. Then, producers Michael De Luca and Dana Brunetti (who, not uncoincidentally, also produced
The Social Network) let the Freaky Cat the rest of the way out of its bag with a blockbuster Hollywood movie. And now there it is on the big screen, for God and everyone to see, at your neighborhood multiplex: bondage and discipline, sadism and masochism, dominance and submission, fetishism and pleasures whose names we did not speak.