I try my best not to make fun of the work of others on this blog. And let’s
face it, make fun of Fifty Shades of Grey all you want, but the author, publisher, and now movie studio behind it are raking in the dough.
I just can’t help but scratch my head though as I try to make sense out of why today’s modern, empowered woman would be into this thing. But that’s a slippery slope I don’t want to get onto, lest I be accused of trying to tell women what to do.
Here’s the hypothetical Hollywood pitch meeting as it plays out in my head:
HOLLYWOOD SUIT 1 : OK. We’ve got this great movie idea.
This mousy woman goes to interview a man, but discovers he has a secret room where he tortures women!
HOLLYWOOD SUIT 2: Oh my God! Sounds terrifying! So what, I guess we brand it as a horror flick and release it on Halloween?
SUIT 1: What? No! Sorry, I forgot to mention the guy is handsome and rich.
SUIT 2: Handsome and rich?! Well, why didn’t you say so? Sounds like a surefire Valentine’s Day blockbuster to me!!!
Admittedly, I’ve never seen the book nor read the film. If you have, correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t the main theme basically, “If you’re handsome and rich, it’s ok to abuse women?”
Eh, what the hell do I know? I’m just a humble book blogger. Y’all have fun at the movie. I’ll be at home lamenting the decline of Western civilization as we know it.
In conclusion, let me be clear. I’m not telling women what they should or shouldn’t like. I am saying that Susan B. Anthony is rolling in her grave.