In case you couldn't tell from the onslaught of Fifty Shades posts on EMandLO.com in the past week, we're a teensy little bit excited about the Fifty Shades of Grey movie that opens this Friday. It's not because we loved E.L. James' book. (We didn't. Too many inner goddesses doing cartwheels and too much cliched writing.) It's not because we expect the two stars to have any chemistry on screen. (They clearly don't.) It's not even because HOLY MOTHER EFFING SPARKLY VAMPIRES IS JAMIE DORNAN HOT. (He absolutely is, but the filmmakers inexplicably ruined it all by giving him a bad haircut in the movie. Who knew it was even possible to make him look unappealing?) And it's certainly not because we expect to get any decent sex tips from the movie. (That's what our book is for, duh.)
No, the reason we're excited is this: What better excuse can you think of to get your drink on with a bunch of lady friends and go giggle at the big screen? And that's exactly what we plan to do. It will be a much needed respite from the rather bleak selection of Oscar movies this year: Nightcrawler is brilliant but cheerless. Mr. Turner is simply cheerless. The Theory of Everything seems kind of uplifting until you Wikipedia Stephen Hawking and realize how soon he is likely to be suffering from locked-in syndrome. American Sniper is a great movie that made us feel bad about America. Still Alice made us weep. Foxcatcher made us feel funny inside. (Bad touch! Bad touch!) And so on.
So tell us this: Which of the above movies would be appropriate to see drunk on champagne? Only Fifty Shades of Grey! Which of the above movies would be appropriate to car-pool to in a cheesy white stretch limo that is more commonly hired for local proms? Only Fifty Shades of Grey! Which of the above movies warrants you getting dressed up and teasing your hair big like you're actually attending one of those local proms? Yep, you got it: Fifty Shades of Grey.
And this is exactly what we plan on doing this Friday, February 13th. Yes, we're serious about the stretch. Our husbands think we're nuts, but they just don't understand. Sure, this could be a painful viewing experience, but as the inimitable E.L. James wrote: "There's a very fine line between pleasure and pain. They are two sides of the same coin, one not existing without the other."
So get your tickets in advance (they're selling out), rent the limo, and get your girlie drink on without shame!