Okay, now I've watched the first movie of 50 Shades of Grey. We need to talk.
Years of pressure from outside (especially because of people I met on conventions, who ran towards my art stand and screamed: "oh my gawd! that's totally 50 shades of grey! <3") have led together with a strange mood to actually buy the DVD of the first 50 Shades movie and watch it. Yep, I'm a masochist, I know.
The movie was not as bad as I imagined it to be. It was actually ... cute. It felt to 90% like a vanilla romance story aspiring to cross the line to BDSM. and the remaining 10% felt like the wrong form of therapy for a sick psyche. Grey should seek himsel