Fifty Shades Trilogy Final Thoughts: The End of An Era

Hello there guys.

So after 5 long years of reading Fifty Shades Trilogy for the first time and the consequent movies, it finally ended. All of fifty shades... no more Christian Grey (although the movies were poorly represented). My first erotica. My first book-husband.

          I had just watched the last installment to the trilogy, Fifty Shades Freed, and it was bittersweet at most. Of course, I cringed (A LOT) but the books hold a special place in my dark smutty heart.          

          You have no idea how Fifty Shades helped me during my dark days. I understood the stigma about the books, but I really don't care. For me, the book isn't about BDSM lifestyle, it's about the innocence of first love (from Ana's POV) and the inner battle/demon that Christian had to face. Of course, the flourish around the romance is insanely ridiculous and over-the-top, but the romanticist in me loved it. I don't need some twisted reality-based love story when my life is already depressing enough. I'm not that masochist (a tiny bit but not in that way). 

           Christian taught me that sometimes a fucked-up guy deserves his happy ending (not sure whether it works in real life, wouldn't bet on it anyway). Ana taught me that she loves without no judgement and of course the communication involved in a relationship. She knows when to step back and let Christian takes the charge when he needs it and takes a brave front when she knows things need to be set right. She found that balance in the end. I love their romance, despite all the demanding, frustrating, alpha-male guy breathing down your neck wanting you to obey him. I love it. Call me whatever you want. Sexually-frustrated, illiterate, horny young woman. I don't care.

           Despite all my fury and anger about the movie franchise (I don't like any of them at all, same as the Twilight movies), I still watched them to get the live-action of the couple. I feel like the movie tried so hard to come (no pun intended) off as elegant and mature and aesthetically pleasant and failed spectacularly. It's like DC trying to come off awesome compared to Marvel which did it effortlessly. 

           It's hard seeing your 'baby' going down that road when it could be so much more. Like Outlander, which its live action came out perfectly done (I approved 100%!), Fifty movies were just mehh for me. But that doesn't mean it didn't give me knockout punch when I saw the last movie. I will miss the horrible acting, the weird lines here and there... It's weird to miss something so bad. What a bittersweet feeling it is. 

           I feel hungover again, in withdrawal, in denial. There is no more anticipating new Fifty Shades trailer or updates. I guess I just have to move on now. Like everyone else who fell in love with the books and the characters. Kudos to E.L. James for writing down the fan fiction. Thank you for your time and of course, though she refused to be acknowledged, my dear Stephenie Meyers for creating such amazing series that resulted in many many fan fictions. Now, let's pave ways for new movie adaptations, yeah? Like Driven or Obsidian or If I Were You or This Man? Or REAL??!!

            To the people out there who have watched the movie and didn't like it, if you haven't read the book, try to. Maybe it would be too late for the unexpected sweetness and innocence (like I was when I first picked up the book), but if you can keep an open mind, be understanding, a little fucked up in the head, you may like this book. Just remember to not judge the book by its cover (or its movies in this case). 

            That is all from my mind. I have to go. It's 4.15 am and I have a full day ahead with little sleep. Good night everyone. Talk to you guys later. Bye.

L.