
Grey’s advances excitedly (while she can only blush). Perhaps one of the book’s most ridiculous strategies is giving poor Anastasia Steele an “inner goddess” who reacts to Mr.

(Does anyone else equate reading emails with doing work? Exactly.) Luckily, Taylor-Johnson and screenwriter Kelly Marcel turn the emailing into a bit of a montage, cut with a goofy Danny Elfman score and cheesy innuendo played up for laughs. But reading emails in a book is extremely boring, and reading emails onscreen, even more so. They’re flirty and suggestive and are likely meant to show the two loosening up a bit - Ana to the idea of getting smacked around (with given consent!), and Christian just in general because he is cripplingly uptight. They go back and forth for what feels like forever, intended to show Anastasia and Christian hashing out the details of the dreaded contract. James’s Fifty Shades of Grey is full of emails. Movies often aren’t deemed “better” than the beloved books they adapt, but with director Sam Taylor-Johnson at the helm and really nowhere to go but up, we assumed that the film would improve quite a bit on the pages. Now we’re left with this question: Could the movie possibly be better than the book? Well, yeah.

Sexiness alone, however (along with some pervasive nationwide BDSM curiosity), was enough to place it in a top-selling slot for what seemed like forever - and more important, perhaps, get author E.L. The overall consensus on Fifty Shades of Grey when it first appeared on bookshelves was that it wasn’t a great book.
