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The Fifty Shades sequel delivers even more boring eroticism than the original

click to enlarge The secret's out: This movie is terrible.
  • The secret's out: This movie is terrible.

There's something liberating about reviewing a film that is bulletproof. This franchise of novels that has struck a chord with the populace — and a thankfully waning punch line for late-night talk show hosts riffing on jokes about your mom reading bondage porn — is doing just fine, thank you very much.

I don't have to actually write about the film, as anyone who wants to see it has already bought tickets. Case closed. So who's left? My five faithful readers? (I love you, Mom!) Rubberneckers looking for a cheap thrill? (Nothing to see here.) Whoever you are, you're in for a disappointment, as this second installment of the Fifty Shades trilogy is an epic snooze.

Apart from a few moments of fleeting suspense, Fifty Shades Darker resembles the Facebook feed of someone you kind of knew in high school who maybe went on to have a glamorous future, but everything seems a little bit off and contrived. And the film's lack of any dramatic meat becomes slightly unnerving as you realize that the style is the substance (fool me once, I guess), and there is no beef(cake), only filler.

Oh, but gosh, Anastasia Steele (Dakota Johnson) has a great life, working for a thriving independent book publisher in Seattle (a job that shouldn't exist). Her billionaire ex, Christian Grey (Jamie Dornan), succeeds in seducing Ana once again, because despite his traumatizing childhood (shown briefly in a prologue that deftly combines every conceivable stereotype of child abuse in two minutes), he wants to love her, and she wants to love him.

But the deal is, she also needs to heal him, and while I see that resolution coming down the pike, this second film really has nothing to do except spin its gears and wait for the conclusion. There are lavish masquerade balls and Ben Wa balls (trending?), but nothing happens in this film that isn't solved literally five minutes later. Christian can't communicate? Ana asks him a question and they've resolved it. An ex of Christian's appears with a gun? Let's put her in a psych ward. Helicopter crash, you say? Don't even worry about it.

And that's the problem: Nothing ever feels alive in this film. It's a couple of automatons acting out a play that was based on other plays, and so on and so forth. A scene late in the film has Christian admitting to Ana that he's a sadist (he most definitely is not), but by that point, I definitely knew that I was the masochist. ♦


Fifty Shades Darker
Rated R · 118 minutes · 2017
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Director: James Foley
Producer: Michael De Luca, E.L. James, Dana Brunetti and Marcus Viscidi
Cast: Dakota Johnson, Jamie Dornan, Eric Johnson, Eloise Mumford, Bella Heathcote, Rita Ora, Luke Grimes, Victor Rasuk, Max Martini, Bruce Altman, Kim Basinger, Marcia Harden, Andrew Airlie, Robinne Lee, Amy Price-Francis and Fay Masterson

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