Well well well, never let it be said that 50 Shades of Grey didn't do anything for my marriage. Darwin and I laughed all the way through reading this article about the PR disaster of a movie in which the leads hate each other, the director hates the author, the actors hate what what they're doing and how they're doing it, and the complete choreographed unsexiness of making a movie about people having nasty sex.Basically, no one believes in this movie:
To sum up, in their own words: Jamie Dornan would like to point out that 50 Shades' success is certainly unlike Hitler's success, in many ways. Dakota Johnson would rather you not see this movie.
Jamie Dornan, Elle, January 12, 2015:
"Mass appreciation doesn't always equate to something good. Think of Hitler! But I think, in this case, it must. It simply must."
Dakota Johnson, Glamour, January 30:
"But I don't want my family to see [the movie], because it's inappropriate. Or my brothers' friends, who I grew up with. I think they'd be like, 'Blegh.' Also there's part of me that's like, I don't want anyone to see this movie. Just kidding."
Variety"I'm pretty sure the millions of fans who have the read the trilogy will think there is enough sex."
Sounds like an episode of Disasterpiece Theater, minus the good clean fun.
I wrote about the moral problems of books like 50 Shades a while ago:
Romance novels -- novels for which the raison d'etre is sexual fulfillment, whether they're the hard-core Fifty Shades stuff or "Christian" romance or historical-tragical-pastoral -- create an image of effortless sexual complementarity that can supplant the very real work it takes for a woman to meet her husband where he's at, each time. And they undercut that work because fantasies can become addictive. They work their way into a woman's mind and rob her of the ability to respond honestly to her husband, just as any physical skill not practiced becomes rusty over time. It takes so much less emotional and physical commitment to become mentally aroused by retreating to happy stories (especially if there has been a fight or some breach in the relationship that has damaged communication) that eventually a spouse can become no more than tool for achieving satisfaction, or a "bin for one's urges" (as a commenter recently put it). Fantasy breeds lust, not love.Sounds like Dakota Johnson might agree:
A woman who develops a reliance on sexual fantasy is cultivating a taste for something other than reality. Fantasy, so infinitely malleable, creates puppets for the purpose of objectifying them, or conveniently allows for the emotional manipulation of real people in a way that stubborn real life seems to resist. It also dismisses the real ugliness of subversive sexual situations -- women who find themselves excited by the fictional S&M antics of Fifty Shades would feel horrified, humiliated, and dehumanized if their husbands were to subject them to the same emotional and sexual abuse. True brutality isn't glamorous or arousing -- it's sickening and damaging.
Dakota Johnson, Vogue, January 20, 2015:
I still can't look at it objectively or wrap my head around it. The parts of the movie that are difficult to watch were even more difficult—and emotionally taxing—to shoot."
Dakota Johnson, TIME, February 2, 2015:
"Filming a sex scene is not a sensual or pleasurable environment. It's really hot—not in a steamy, sexual way. It's just sweaty and it's not very comfortable. And on top of that, my hands and legs were tied, and I was blindfolded, and I was being hit with this bizarre tool. ... It was emotionally taxing. At first I was like, 'Oh my God, this is the worst thing ever,' and then I was like, 'All right, let's get on with it.'This is the language of reality, not fantasy.