2015 Valentine's Day romance kicked off to the opening of E.L. James' kinky bestseller "Fifty Shades of Grey." "Mr. Grey will see you now," oh there it is, and one of the 25 words exchanged infamous lines during the entire movie that's purpose was to shock the world with sex, scandal and masochism. Love hurts? Watching this movie hurt. Spoiler Alert: I opened up the book and read one sentence that had two verbs in it and that was the end of "Fifty Shades of Grey."

Sure there was what everyone expected, Christian Grey's sculpted bod, Anastasia's forced innocence, fancy cars and fancy whips. Whether you are an avid reader of the Fifty Shades Trilogy, or an inexperienced boyfriend dragged to the theater with his girlfriend to get tips on how to spice up their sex life, everyone had their own expectations of the poorly written books. Some having limited enjoyment from the poorly written screenplay and sex scenes, and some of the views that couldn't keep a straight face during the two-hour-five-minute drama (my entire friend group).

“Just open the damn door Christian," oh the sexual awkward tension couldn't erase the fact that Anastasia Steele, no matter the level of education, apparently still was not aware that razors existed. Jamie Doran, god bless your sculpted body, but it's hard to pay attention to that when your fake English accent is ruining your entire performance. “Does this mean you're going to make love to me tonight, Christian?" Oh, sorry I had no idea I was watching bonus scenes from "Twilight."

Not even the amount of Grey Goose that could be shared by a bunch of single 30-year-olds accompanying each other to the premiere could cloud the fact that this movie was a little disappointing. Maybe it's the fact that I read the first book on a flight to Hawaii next to my mother, or the fact that she has read it has ruined my overall excitement and interest in this movie. The movie took a turn for the worst after the masochistic whipping, or maybe the fact that if he was the owner of a local Citgo gas station this could be another episode of CSI. I'm sorry but calling the room your "playroom" sounds more like a pedophile than a sex addict.

Thank you Ellie Goulding for saving this movie from being somewhat of a disappointment, love me like you do Christian Grey, love me like you do. I do commend this movie for including such a groundbreaking line that will not only be used in normal conversation within my friend group, but will affect generations to come, “Laters, Baby."

Take a minute and watch this video of Ellen reading from 50 Shades of Grey... you won't be sorry.