I was delighted when I saw the latest issue of Entertainment Weekly:
Finally, the first of many issues heralding the arrival of this movie. Being a big fan of the books, I tore through the magazine pages, reading voraciously and savoring every morsel I could.
I understand it will be difficult to condense E.L. James 600-paged behemoth down to a two-hour film. Will they cut out one of the 1,200 email exchanges? Or one of the 4,507 times Christian orders Ana to eat? Or one of the 35,678 times Christian remarks on Ana’s wetness.
God, I hope not.
In the magazine, the stars were interviewed about their thoughts on the film.
For the uninitiated, Fifty Shades of Grey is a steamy trilogy about a virginal sockpuppet who falls in love with a controlling oil-retention enema. They murmur and stick things in holes. It’s awesome or–to use Virginia of Lame Adventures, new word for “awesome”– semi-flaccid.
Semi-flaccidly enough, my copy of Entertainment Weekly happened to include a few pages of the script. I first inserted a butt plug into my ear canal to further cement the brain damage I underwent from reading the books and began to read.
Oh my, gentle reader, oh my.
Prepare to be shaded by some grey, whatever the fuck that means.
Ana and Christian’s first meeting
Ana and Christian’s Interaction at Claytons Hardware
I give this film two thumbs up the butt!
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