We live in an interesting world. In this world, fan fiction can be flipped into an original work. It can sell millions of copies. Fifty Shades of Grey was one of the more successful novels of the year in its time. So, naturally there is going to be a movie adaptation, right?
Here's the issue. I know enough from hear-say (and light skimming) about the goings ons featured in its pages. The mere fact that it sold as many copies as it has is an anomaly for the erotica industry. I doubt sales were down prior to this, but it made it socially acceptable to read about S+M out in the open. House wives with e-readers were reading it everywhere: pools, parks, Chuck e Cheese.
Don't get me wrong. I'm not a prude. I don't mind the occasional love session in my fiction, but a full novel of it (don't pretend you were reading it for the story) is just too much to ask. I'm also aware that I am not the target market.
The rumors about a film adaptation appeared a few months after the books took off. The speculation about who would be playing the titular characters began. The first an only name anyone has talked about: Emma Watson. She's completely denied the rumors and rightfully so. I'm prepared to watch Hermione in The Bling Ring, but not quite ready to see her gobble on some other guy's business for two and a half hours, which brings me to my point:
With the rare success of R-Rated films. How do you expect to sell that many tickets to a hard R or possibly NC-17 affair. The image of 300+ people in every theater watching an actress have every inch of her body explored ranges on adult movie theater material. Strange times.
Thomas William Shaw is an author and stage actor from Birmingham, AL. He lives with his wife, Lauren, their children, and their cats in a quiet place. Occasionally he will post about it.