I don’t know who all the lucky buggers are that have had the privilege of seeing 50 Shades of Grey before it hits theatre screens, but those previewers have had mixed reports so far.

Amidst rumours that the two lead actors don’t like each other in real life, to not enough chemistry on screen, to not nearly enough sexy time, the general public can really only wait and see.

The kids over at Vanity Fair have seen it already, and they have a few points to make.

The movie has a refreshing, friendly, youthful energy; it’s exciting, and excited, and, for the most part, pretty sex-positive.

Of Dakota Johnson, VF has called her “a smart, intuitive performer, perfectly calibrating tone and tempo as she navigates the film” and that watching Jamie Dornan shirtless is a wonderful thing.

When the movie does slow down and get serious toward the end, the romantic push and pull gets repetitive, and the literary limits of the source material begin to poke through. (The film’s title is sort of explained in one unbelievably bad line.)

The magazine has called the movie “tame” (if you have read the books you know it could have been a whole lot of cray-cray sex and Ben Wa balls) and the light bondage “a post-graduate period of sexual exploration that seems healthy and safe”.

Sorry, ladies. As one friend posted on Facebook this morning, you probably actually won’t be needing these.

LOL.

Free of full-frontal nudity and excessive thrusting and, well, orgasming as this movie is, it never gets to that envelope-pushing place. Fifty Shades of Grey is not the lame, hot-and-bothered fantasy romance… It’s got wit and humor and a modest intelligence about human behavior…

Best you go suss it out for yourself ASAP.

[Source: Vanity Fair]