Some thoughts on Fifty Shades of Grey, both the novel and the new film adaptation.
Lisa Wilkinson, host of Australia’s Today show:
Jamie Dornan as Christian Grey is a thirtysomething jerk of a billionaire who never seems to work. An emotionally crippled narcissist no one could love. Meanwhile, Dakota Johnson is the one-dimensional lip biting—COULD SOMEONE GET THAT GIRL A CHAPSTICK?—pathetic Anastasia Steele who, for no discernible reason, falls in love with the aforementioned jerk and singlehandedly sells women across the world short. Yes, Fifty Shades of Grey is more appalling than appealing. It’s domestic violence dressed up as erotica.
“This Is Your Brain on the Fifty Shades of Grey Trilogy” by Erin Gloria Ryan (Jezebel):
It’s bad. It’s a bad book about bad people written badly. It glorifies the sort of domineering masculine violence that lands women outside of James’s jill off fantasyland in the hospital, in domestic violence shelters [….]
Fifty Shades of Grey is the literary accomplishment of our time, the Great Idiot American Novel, told from the perfectly captured perspective of an idiot, written about an idiot and available to be enjoyed, primarily, by idiots.
It’s not very sexy, maybe for someone who has never had sex before.