Fifty Shades of Grey

The only thing less ridiculous than E.L. James squeezing out this wet fart of a story and calling it literature is the amount of copies it has sold… or maybe it’s the dialogue… or maybe it’s the message that violence is OK as long as it’s perpetrated by someone rich and handsome (or Chris Brown)… or maybe it’s the message we’re generationally sending out to young girls that the most you can aim for is to have someone who acknowledges you’re alive; even if it is by abusing you.

If I ever have a daughter, I pray she's Switchblade rather than submissive.

One of a handful of films that obtain 1 star solely because it has to get something.


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