Fifty Shades of Grey

Im shocked shocked, do you hear me?!? that the film version of E.L. James Fifty Shades of Grey is such a dull, decorous affair, about as erotic as an ad for Pottery Barn. Yeah, the book attracted 100 million readers in 52 languages. But the book sucked. I know there are three novels (Fifty Shades of Grey, Fifty Shades Darker, and Fifty Shades Freed), but I only made it through the first one. Literary torture isnt my thing. But at least James suggested there might be something to learn from what connects a dominant and a submissive. (Only amateurs say sadist and masochist.)

Onscreen, directed by a slumming Sam Taylor-Johnson (Nowhere Man) from a sanitized script by Kelly Marcel, we have the story of a poor, virginal English major one Anastasia Steele (Dakota Johnson). She finds the perfect man: Christian Grey (Jamie Dornan), a 27-year-old, techno-billionaire hottie out to stop world hunger. Christian has a single flaw he gets off by blindfolding Ana, tying her up in his Red Room of Pain, cuffing her to the wall and flogging her. Whats a girl to do?

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According to the romance-novel sympathies of this movie, the answer is: domesticate him into a normal guy wholl cuddle in the sack, charm her parents and do her bidding. Whoops! Now whos being the dominant? Instead of dinner and a movie, Christian offers a contract that spells out how he wants to hold Ana in bondage with sex toys such as butt plugs and genital clamps. This being a consensual love story, Ana says no to anal and vaginal fisting. Its quite the negotiation. Christian sweetens the deal by dressing her in high fashion, supplying a computer (the Apple plugs are relentless), buying a sports car, flying her around the Pacific Northwest in his chopper, taking her hang-gliding and aww, he cares! gifting her with first editions of Thomas Hardy. Wheres the rough stuff?

Since the filmmakers are basically remaking Twilight with spikes standing in for vampire teeth, there isnt any. No need to lock up grandma. Director Taylor-Johnson shoots all this crotch nuzzling and nipple nibbling with the careful good taste of a headmistress with strict instructions not to let the naughty kids get out of hand. The soothing soundtrack, purred and panted by the likes of Beyonc, Ellie Goulding and Sia, help the few sex scenes (most saved for last) play like vintage MTV videos all gloss, no grit. The movie shies away from welts, bruises and bodily fluids, though we do get a quick peek at Christians junk while he spanks Anas naked ass to a blushing pink.

If youre still with me, and I dont blame you if youre not, this kind of Cinderella porn is what substitutes for the books darker, bloodier fantasies. Sorry pervs, the tampon scene is gone! Amazingly, Johnson (The Social Network, 21 Jump Street), the daughter of Melanie Griffith and Don Johnson and no relation to the director, plays all this silliness as if she means it. Shes the one bright spot in a film that deals with sex by removing the joy of it. Luckily, Johnson suggests her mothers pert, Working Girl mischief and gives Ana a core of feisty intelligence the book never hinted at. Sadly, costar Dornan, an Irish model-turned actor (hes quite good being bad on the BBC series The Fall), gives her a brick wall to act with. Either pulverized with fear or embarrassment, Dornan seems to have no idea who or what he is playing. Cant blame him: Christian has no shades. Hes a human Ken doll with a kinky set of accessories that go unused. Dont want to frighten the little girls of all ages and sexes who will line up to see this sanitized swill.

A few early reviews have given the film a pass because its not as dirty as advertised. They seem grateful. Im disappointed. Twisted me! The true audiences for Fifty Shades of Grey are gluttons for punishment by boredom.