Fifty Shades of Grey

15 Feb

‘Fifty Shades of Grey’: Orgy of insipidity humiliates everyone but intended victim

Through an act of fan-fiction gone amok, “Twilight,” Stephenie Meyer’s tedious YA vampire-cum-romance series about restraint and crossing over, got spun into a worldwide must-read that transposed characters and tropes into the carnal taking of a fetish-driven business tycoon (some might call them vampires too), all the while butchering any sense of literary craft to an unconscionable degree. Sadly, I can attest that “Fifty Shades of Grey” the movie is better than the pages on which E.L. James swapped out fangs in favor of butt plugs – and all in time for Valentines Day.

021415i Fifty Shades of GreyMake no mistake, the insipid, light whipping of S&M porn that sparked a wildfire among soccer moms and other unlikely segments will rake it in big at the box office. And for those saying it’s a cheap misogynistic fantasy, keep in mind it’s written by a woman and directed by a woman. Yes, there’s tons of nudity, but erotic? No. “Nine 1/2 Weeks” lived in an equally campy and tawdry place when it came out in 1986, but there the stars, Mickey Rourke and Kim Basinger (actors recognized by the Academy over their careers), under the sweaty, pandering eye of Adrian Lyne, conjured up something titillating, even human, albeit inane – and there was far less nudity. Here director Sam Taylor-Johnson, who made the wonderful young John Lennon biopic “Nowhere Boy,” has leads Dakota Johnson (the offspring of Don Johnson and Melanie Griffith) and Irish actor Jamie Dornan (he doesn’t act, he just poses and looks good doing it) get naked as often as possible – but there’s little fire. Much of what goes on in the boudoir or Grey’s playroom (a BDSM antechamber) feels like a soft-core model shoot for a tier-two gentleman’s mag, and someone decided to let the camera roll and capture the tedium in between the postured highs.

As far as the love story at the heart of “Shades,” the aloof, thinly inked title character, Christian Grey (Dornan), a reclusive billionaire, “doesn’t do romance,” ostensibly because he has intimacy issues. As a result, control and spanking are all that gets him through the night. It’s a chance encounter with the young, virginal Anastasia Steele (Johnson) during an interview for her school paper (she’s pinch-hitting for her sick roommate and armed with probing, canned inanities such as “Are you gay?”), that ignites Christian’s hope for a new sub(missive) and sets the stage for James’s reimagined pairing of Bella and Edward.

Grey turns out to be a bit of a stalker, throwing gobs of green to get the gal, but he’s got rules and dark secrets (you’ll have to bear through later installments to find out) and a niggling contract he wants Ana to sign before they can fully consummate (she strikes fisting from the lengthy list of sex acts). Ana, on the other hand, resists just enough to keep the manic mogul on the hook and begins to sway him from his detached, closeted predilections.

James began her opus on a fan site under the pen name “Snowqueens Icedragon” and called the series “Master of the Universe.” Ancestry matters because it trickles down. Hopefully the two quality actors caught up in this fetid fetish folderol, Marcia Gay Harden and Jennifer Ehle as the lovers’ mothers, collected sizable checks for their troubles and tarnish. The dialogue is beyond insipid (”I’m 50 shades of fucked up” or “I don’t make love; I fuck, hard”) and the timing and chemistry is nonexistent. Johnson, borrowing much of her mother’s left-of-center sexuality, gives as pleasantly a nuanced performance as one can when the role requires moans, pursed lips and an uneven mix of pushback and naive ingenue. Dornan is merely a wooden prop.

About the only one who comes away unscathed is Johnson. “Shades” will likely launch her career, but then again, look what happened to Elizabeth Berkley after “Showgirls.” The other Johnson in the picture, the one behind the lens, went from a “must see what she’ll do next” to a hack, and given there are more “Grey” films in the works, the door on that now seems closed.

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