As I sat at the dining table, eyeing up the plate of tantalising fatty goodness in the middle, my mouth was already beginning to water. I carefully scooped one up and placed it on my plate, before lathering it in a sweet, fruity layer of strawberry jam. I rolled it up and took a bite – perfection, like I’d just put the most incredibly entity into my mouth, my tongue savouring every precious moment before it had disappeared down my throat.
If you haven’t already guessed, I really like pancakes, and so pancake day was a good day for me. I didn’t think anything could make me feel better this week – but then last night I found myself at the cinema with a friend. I’m not going to be one of those uptight film critics, I’m going to be what I imagine could be the minority. The film was Fifty Shades Darker – and I loved it.
It’s been a long time since I read the books, so I didn’t remember much of the plot as all three just mold into one in my head, but I remembered enjoying the books, reading each in just a few sittings. I’ve always been a book lover, and it feels amazing to imagine, but there’s something about seeing those images from your head to come to life on screen. As a long-term singleton, fifty shades is a weird one, in a sense offering comfort, longing, fantasy, but then also evoking sadness as I miss the days I had someone of my own. But I believe on both counts, you can still feel something.
Anastasia’s mix of naivety and daring is a refreshingly fitting contrast, and it was nice to finally see Christian’s soft side coming out, making him more understandable. I feel the balance of sex to story is suitable, as we get several passionate moments, but it doesn’t completely dominate the entire run-time. More story means more character development, and therefore more empathy – because not many can really relate to goings on in the Red Room after all…
The film certainly did something, anyway, as it had me rushing back home to read the books again and finish off the story. I don’t care if people judge it prematurely, say it’s badly written, say it’s disgusting, demeaning or anything in-between. I can openly admit that I thoroughly enjoy a bit of erotica, whether it’s a book, a film, or the taste of a glorious stack of piping hot pancakes!