Here’s Kristina Karo with 2015’s hit summer jam, “Give Me Green Card.” As I understand it, this woman is suing Mila Kunis for the alleged theft of a chicken.
I wouldn’t call myself a “fan” of the Fifty Shades books. I recognize how problematic they are from a consent perspective. Also, the writing is just bad. The inner monologue is hysterical, the romance tropes are prevalent, and the structure is downright awful (though I think the much-maligned character development is actually OK). Nonetheless, I can’t deny I like the books. You can call it hate-reading, but cliches originally become cliches because people love them, and a domineering billionaire hits all the right escapism buttons for me. Just like Richard Gere in Pretty Woman.
Anyway, last night I found myself at a late-night showing of the new Fifty Shades of Grey movie. Overall, I don’t mind telling you that I liked it (though I’m apparently in the minority, given the current 30% rating on Rotten Tomatoes). Also, it was an interesting experience watching it at the theater with what were clearly diehard fans. They laughed at all the right times and grumbled with most deviations from the book.
Regarding said deviations, I thought that the movie did a great job. The changes from the book were minor, but subtly updated the tone. Austin native Dakota Johnson brought a fabulous sense of comedic timing and goofiness not present in the book’s Ana; it’s as if she’s honestly reacting how an average person might in such ridiculous situations. The film also omitted Christian’s creepiest moments. For those concerned with portrayals of abuse in media (and you should be), I would say that the movie is qualitatively 50% less OH-MY-GOD-CONTROLLING-STALKER-RUN-FAST-RUN-FAR.
There were definitely sexytimes, though pretty tame and thankfully not totally dominating (heh) the film. I thought they successfully walked the line between passionate and gratuitous; imagine somewhere between Game of Thrones and Cinemax After Dark. Both Mr. Dornan and Ms. Johnson probably spend a total of a few minutes topless, and there are butt shots from both stars. Inevitably (?), the nudity skews strongly toward the female lead, though we are treated to a very brief (200-300ms) flash of partial Dornan-Dong (just the base).
Which brings me to my main criticism. Dakota Johnson is not only hilarious, but hot-hot-hot. She pretty much brings the modern American ideal of feminine beauty to the film. Even in actress terms, she’s a 10, hands down. And her male lead is… Jamie Dornan? Even putting his acting aside (and believe me, it’s rough), he’s an L.A. 7, max. Look, I understand Christian Grey is not supposed to be some giant beefcake, but this is a blockbuster film based on bestselling erotica that outsold Harry-mother-fucking-Potter. They should have spent the time and money to give us a regular-sized guy but with perfectly sculpted arms and chiseled abs. Instead, I spent the whole movie thinking how much he looked like Ewan McGregor, and wondering why flabby Obi-Wan was being such a controlling dick. Oh, and also wishing that the dreamy Charlie Hunnam hadn’t dropped out early in production, leaving Christian to be recast.
Anyway, the movie leaves off almost exactly where the first book does, which makes for kind of a strange (albeit intriguing) ending when viewed as a standalone film (which it was originally supposed to be). But I’m excited to report that talks are now underway to complete the trilogy. Hopefully they’ll swap out Dornan for someone who can really keep up with the delightful Ms. Johnson.
My wife is allergic to peanuts and does not allow any peanut products in our house. With her out of town for business, I betrayed 8 years of marital trust and ate some giant 1-pound Reese’s peanut butter cups, all for your viewing pleasure. Enjoy.
We cut cable television out of our lives years ago. It was just stupid to pay $50 per month for a “basic” cable package full of channels we never watched. Instead, we’ve put that money towards a Netflix subscription, Hulu subscription, Spotify subscriptions, an MLB TV subscription, and buying/renting shows on Amazon streaming (and we still come out ahead to the tune of $10 per month).
But there’s always been a small problem with this scheme: Sportball. Now, personally, I don’t watch Sportball myself. But my wife likes it, and frequently wants to have people over to watch the matches. But since we cut the cord, she’s been mostly out of luck, except for the games that are available on the local broadcast channels.
So I decided to try out Sling TV’s $20 per month streaming cable service for cord-cutters. It includes pretty much the best channels from basic cable, including ESPN, Cartoon Network, and Disney. It also has a handful of optional channel packages for kids, sports, and news. Continue reading “<span class="entry-title-text">Sling TV $20 Cable Bundle Review</span>” »
I recently watched a video that asked some boys to slap a girl on camera; all of them refused. It was cute, and maybe a little heartwarming, but also troubling because they all complied with the instruction to “caress” the girl (perhaps wrongly assuming that the girl’s presence and lack of objection implied consent).
Either way, that’s not the point. One of the commenters on that linked to a video which inexplicably filled me with joy. For your viewing pleasure: