An obsessed ex is introduced, a gun is pulled and it's never spoken of again. Jose The Creepy Photographer builds a show around a half dozen photographs of Ana without her permission and it's never spoken of again. Dramatic moments begin and then suddenly end anti-climatically. I mean, there's a beginning and a middle and then it just kind of fumbles and stumbles around until the credits roll and Taylor Swift sings. There is so little plot that Fifty Shades We're Doing This Again? Really? just barely qualifies as a movie. Fifty Shades Darker is a more entertaining sequel. Most of the time they just look confused, bewildered, mystified and uncomfortable whenever they share screen time together. Seriously, if there was any moment when these two were anything but barely tolerating each other I wish it was left in the film. I'm looking at you Chronicles of Riddick poster on the wall of Christian Grey's boyhood bedroom.Īlso, the lack of any chemistry between the leads has moved from annoyance to just funny at this point.
I gotta say it's refreshing after her barely conscious performance in the first filmīut some of the humour is most definitely not intentional. It's like she has accepted the absurdity of the franchise and has gone all in.
Marcia Gay Harden is having a hoot, chewing all of the scenery. And Jamie Dornan shows some comedic talent with very dry line readings. Dakota Johnson has amazing comedic timing, that's been a solid fact for years, long before she agreed to be tied up while naked. That and Don Johnson's little girl's willingness to take off her top. I think it's the humour that saves the film from being a complete disaster. Let's get this out of the way first - Fifty Shades Darker is marginally more entertaining than Fifty Shades of Oh, God, No.