As the films have gone on, they have actually managed to become progressively worse.
Finding new ways to describe the appallingly boring franchise, Fifty Shades, has become bitingly tedious. There can only be so much enjoyment in tearing apart the series, and as the films have gone on, they have actually managed to become progressively worse. An incredible feat.
Fifty Shades Freed follows Christian (Jamie Dornan) and Ana (Dakota Johnson) as they traverse through the troubles marriage brings to such a lavish couple. From attempts to break them apart to stalkers, their lives become even more hectic. Naturally, this only increases their excitement in the bedroom.
Everything about the film was predictable and obvious and it’s disgustingly generic drama becomes overdrawn and blunt from the very beginning. The films, especially the second and third installments, have a horrible sense of arrogance about them, appealing only to those absolutely committed to the franchise.
Naturally, there will be fans, but their judgment is likely to be biased due to the popularity of the original series of books. There are no redeeming features to Fifty Shades Freed, and anyone suggesting otherwise is wrong. It’s poor storytelling at its absolute worst.
Any film that makes an audience giggle because it talks about sex isn’t worth the time and just proves how obtuse and needless the series actually is. Let’s just be pleased that it is finally over.