You’d think “50 Shades of Grey” would be the movie that crosses boundaries: for women, it’s the live-action version of the film that perhaps literally had women’s panties all in a bunch. For men, it’s a chance to watch crazy sex scenes and not only not be ashamed, but to be able to watch them with your lady, with perhaps promise of some action to come after (whips and chains optional).
But is that what “50 Shades” delivers? Well, early returns are saying no; fans of the book are lamenting an odd, abrupt ending, toned-down sex scenes and paper-thin characters. To which we respond: what did you expect? It’s a movie based on a horrifically-written book with paper-thin characters, amped-up sex and based upon the premise that, to paraphrase John Lennon, all you need is a secret torture chamber in the back of your penthouse apartment.
Whether you’re going to take your woman to see “50 Shades” over Valentine’s weekend is, of course, your business. If you’re going solo, at least have the decency to wear a long coat.
