Nope. And I don’t comment on what I think about it as a book much because of that, but I will here and now, as a story.
I watched the first movie and I thought it sucked, but that is because the main actors and screenplay sucked, not because of the book. The story never really made a lot of sense from a practical standpoint, but the book may be better.
What I know of the book in the later chapters of the series are that there is a more focused effort on correcting/addressing the behavior of Christian Grey, for effectively being a dominant male, which is seen as bad or something. That is the one part I don’t like; that it implied that he is flawed for being a Dom.
Personally, what I saw from the movie was a lack of a real connection and they went straight into ‘they are in love’, and ‘let’s have dark sex’, but I never saw how they got there. It just seemed forced and maybe the book does a better job, but overall I though 50 Shades sucked balls from a pure storytelling standpoint.
What I got was – she is some enigma to him, basically because she is a virgin, which also kind of irritates me, because if you fall in love with somebody, it shouldn’t be because her cherry has never been popped. It should be on merit, a connection, a developed relationship and a bond. Mutual respect. I don’t remember ever seeing them share a laugh, or anything a normal ‘in love’ couple would, so it felt fabricated for the sake of an opportunity to show whips and blindfolds in a major motion picture. To make people go “oooohhh. Look how dark and devious this movie is.” Whatever, I guess.
I think the book has to be better than the movie. It has to be. I am glad it did come out though because in many ways it was a catalyst for a lot of women in the world to be at peace coming out with a darker sexual liking, and not feeling alone about it, because it was such as successful book. That part, is good.
I don’t hate the book. I hate shitty movies.
James Dornan (Christian Grey) has the acting chops of a sofa, and Dakota Johnson is even worse. No emotion whatsoever in a movie whose premise should have been ripe with passion. Alexander Skarsgård and Ryan Gosling were potentials they passed on, as well as Shailene Woodley for the female role.
Everything I have ever seen those people in were decent and they would have been better, but I suspect the real problem was having a no-name direct the movie for one of the biggest books in decades, in Sam Taylor-Johnson.