Friday, February 23, 2018

91/2 Weeks of Fifty Shades of Grey.

Good morning, Awesome People…

So, I don’t get it, I just don’t get it.  Last night and into this morning, Joey and I watched the Fifty Shades trilogy…well, we shut off Freed about 3something, because were just too tired, but we’ll finish it, being the completionists (yes, it seems I made up the word) that we are.  It will be done today.

Now, Joey and I had no wanting to watch this particular series.  We’re open-minded, but whips and chains ain’t our bag, Baby, AND, after the reviews for the first, even moreso.  HOWEVER, we both either majored or minored in Pysch, so after hearing people talk about it incessantly, especially since they managed to pull off Darker and Freed after reports said the rest of the series was iffy at best, because of the polarization of the original, we decided to take the dive.

OK, right off the bat, Joey and I said Fifty was just a 21st century 9 ½ Weeks, just instead of Mickey Rourke and Kim Basinger, who’s actually in Darker (coincidence?), we have Jamie Dorman and Dakota Johnson.  The premise is essentially 9 ½ Weeks, just with whips and chains added to the bondage.  We’d seen this almost exact same story 32 years earlier: Dude sees innocent chick, chick somehow can’t resist mysterious dude, dude has control issues and gets his jollies controlling every facet of chick's life, chick gets scared, because she got in too deep over her virgin head, chick tries to kick him to the curb, but, for some strange reason, she just can’t shake him…hit rewind over and over.

The sex seemed shoehorned especially in Darker and Freed, and for me to say that, it must’ve seemed forced.  We all know the title, and even if you haven’t read the books, which I haven’t, by definition, you expect sex…and lots of it.  God, I can’t believe I said that about a movie, but a spade’s a spade.

We all’ve heard the adage opposites attract, but, to some extent, there’s an innate darkness in all of us.  It’s that pull that directs us to either help people with their issues, as originally depicted in Fifty, or we can lose ourselves to become an enabler to their darker whims, which’s also depicted.  Also, like 91/2 Weeks, they’re addicted to each…a combination that was fire and ice turned to fire and gasoline.

As I think about it, I think of Joey and me…night and day…in our minds shouldn’t’ve been together, but and gasoline.

I guess love comes from wherever.  I’m glad Joey’s Pysch itch was tickled.

Be good to each other.


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