When Christian Grey, in all sincerity and without provocation, leans into Anastasia Steele and moans, “If you were mine, you wouldn’t sit right for a week,” you can’t help but burst out into nervous laughter.Īnd that was the experience for the vast majority of the audience in my Fifty Shades screening. James adaptation, and they’re almost all at the expense of the film. There are huge, uproarious laughs to be had during the E.L. Not that I’m sitting here the morning after watching Fifty Shades of Grey thinking it’s a good movie. Yet every second left me howling with laughter, jaw-dropped in stunned silence during hardcore sex scenes, or, at the very least, on the edge of my seat. Based on a ridiculously popular and poorly-reviewed novel of the same name, the erotic love story about a lonely man who wants nothing more than to swoop a young, virginal woman off of her feet and onto a whipping post should not be my kind of movie. And now presenting a sentence I never expected to write, ever: I really, really enjoyed Fifty Shades of Grey.
