We can’t stop teenagers from seeing Fifty Shades of Grey, but we can teach them to view it with a critical eye.
Yesterday morning I went by myself to the cinema and saw Fifty Shades of Grey.
So what did I think? That’s what you want to know, right?
The truth is it doesn’t actually matter what I thought. It’s irrelevant whether I thought the film was an abomination or two hours of steamy, kinky escapism. It doesn’t matter what the critics are saying. Or religious groups. Or protestors. Or even Lisa Wilkinson (as much as I respect her).
Read more here: Lisa Wilkinson reviews 50 Shades of Grey movie: “It’s more appalling than appealing”.
The movie is out. The ship has well and truly sailed.
What matters instead is that the cinema I went to yesterday morning was filled with teenage girls.
I was surrounded by them. Hemmed in. Seventeen-year-old girls who looked like they were possibly wagging school. Uni students. Workmates. Groups of friends. At least half the people in the cinema with me yesterday morning were young women aged between 17 and 22.
And there we all were, ready to devour a tale about a brother and sister who are locked in an attic by their physically and emotionally abusive grandmother and who – bored out of their brains – turn to each other for affection and fall in love. Oh no wait – that was me reading FLOWERS IN THE ATTIC WHEN I WAS 12.