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God, I love that movie. I'm glad you finally saw it, €.
From my perspective, Mr. Grey was not the only character who had trouble understanding himself-- or mistaking one person for something they weren't. The movie was filled with confusion on all parts. Lee couldn't figure out how to take care of herself, or how to express herself sexually (initially.) Her father couldn't figure out how to function without alcohol. Lee's boyfriend understood himself, but was very much confused about who Lee was.
All of the characters were quite fascinating to me. And, actually, I enjoyed that dancing line between fantasy and reality. And I very much enjoyed watching two people who were so interestingly, deeply suited to each other grow beyond their limitations to accept that.
I guess I like a lot of movies about things that people don't do. Don't say. Don't realize. At least until the end of the movie; perhaps not even then. Secretary, Junebug, Little Miss Sunshine. These are a few of my favorite things.
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