DR. THRAXX wrote:http://screencrush.com/50-shades-of-grey-movie/
I've never read these books, or ever will, but there needs to be more of this type of reviews on them.
to write this book, E.L. James Googled the following:
Sigmund Freud
Wikipedia: BDSM
Woody Allen phrases YouTube
Download ‘Secretary’ movie free online
What does a whip look like?
Thesaurus.com
Pizza delivery
What’s an orgasm?
Synonyms for vagina
Christian is so mysterious and emotionally distant. He doesn’t like to be touched, and he’s never had a real relationship. Obviously Anastasia is special and the only person on earth who can get him to change. The book takes place over the course of a month, and by week two she’s in love with him because she was a virgin before they had sex, and it’s fun to perpetuate negative stereotypes about people who wait to lose their virginity.
The book has been called “mommy porn,” a label that denotes that grown women can’t enjoy pornography unless it’s poorly written garbage re-purposed as more poorly written garbage. But also it makes us think our mom likes fan-fic, and I respect my mom too much to believe this.
Necrometer wrote:oh dude I could go on an on about this... I have so much to say I might have to post in youtube format
my girlfriend is reading this trash (obligatory ironic detachment disclaimer) and I have taken in a decent amount of it - I just got my hands on the PDFs so I can send you guys some snippets
it's amazingly fucking retarded and just funnier than anything... it WAS initially Twilight fanfic which makes it even more hilariously stupid (GF never read any Twilight and I'm actually pointing out the connections to her )
it's sort of annoying because my GF is a sub but never really explored it with anyone before me (I'm along for the ride basically) but this fucking BOOK is sort of obnoxious because now I am going to be all self-conscious about the overlaps... dude is a COMPLETE fucking dweeb though so I'm already outclassing him since he lacks the mana to slap the shit out of or ejaculate upon faces
the funniest part is how it tries to (and succeeds in) ticking off so many suburban loser woman fantasies: everything is fucking expensive or culturally elite but described in a way that slavering white trash get it - not in a way that anyone with a brain would describe or interpret it:and the sex writing is a complete sham... no instances of cock or cunt or cum or anything... and the chick orgasms at the drop of a hatSPOILERSPOILER_SHOW“What?” He glances at me. He looks quizzical
in the half-light of the instruments.
“Flying,” I reply.
“It requires control and concentration… how
could I not love it? Though, my favorite is
soaring.”
“Soaring?”
“Soaring?”
“Yes. Gliding, to the layperson. Gliders and
helicopters – I fly them both.”
“Oh.” Expensive hobbies. I remember him
telling me during the interview. I like reading and
occasionally going to the movies. I am out of my
depth here.The bath is a white stone, deep, egg-shaped
affair, very designer. Christian leans over and fills
it from the faucet on the tiled wall. He pours
some expensive-looking bath oil into the water. It
foams as the bath fills and smells of sweet sultry
Jasmine.“Okay, what is it?”
“It’s a MacBook Pro.”
“Of course it is.” I roll my eyes.
“These aren’t available in the shops yet,
ma’am; the very latest from Apple.”
How come that does not surprise me? I sigh
heavily.
there are so many problems with this book that I could go on forever
highly recommended comedy reading - it's like The Room in book format
or maybe all books are like this, the only other one I'm reading is the Dragons one
Pisscubes wrote:Jesus, it's even worse than I imagined it to be.
This book is being presented to right now as a daring and subversive thing for middle class women to read which is so fucking depressing.
Ghost Dad wrote:Sweaty read 50 shades of grey, didn't get th lure. No rimming scenes
james wrote:Hhahahah
The sink was black. Shiny, like one from a hotel. Beside it was a bar of soap, black, but with white too. It smelled of chocolate.
"I see you're an admirer of sinkside decor." he said.
"Part of the Twigz collection, this dish features delicate powder-coated metalwork in a twig and leaf design encasing an interior dish made from stoneware with a glossy finish."
I quivered, pinkishishly.
Raw Ting wrote: holy moses
He placed the skillet on the burner. Cast iron, black. The fancy kind they use at restaurants. Orville confidently poured some oil into the skillet, filling the air with an oily smell. The oil was olive, the bottle glass, and the label adorned with an olive branch. Very fancy.
james wrote:Upon the clean white sofa was a big smooth pillow, grey, but with accents of color. He gazed towards it, holding a large clear glass of cold red wine. I gazed towards it as well, and with a long deep sigh I wondered if he would smoosh my face into it and call me a little piggy.