Wednesday, 7 February 2018

Fifty Shades Freed


I should have known better than to see 'Fifty Shades Freed'. I couldn't finish reading Fifty Shades of Grey the puerile, appallingly poorly written book that started this series of tales about the Billionaire Christian Grey and his kinky, chauvinistic, sadistic domination of women.

The film of that first book was as awful as the source. I missed seeing the second film but went to see this third film on a sort of dare from a workmate.

Grey and his amour, Anastasia Steele, marry in the opening sequence and embark on their honeymoon. This provides tantalising images of the Billionaire lifestyle but it is all downhill after that. What passes for a plot is some stalking and something more sinister from an apparently deranged character.

But very little is developed either by way of character or plot because the film pauses every few minutes for scenes of jiggy-jiggy and/or nudity, but mostly of both.

The dialogue is inane and I felt embarrassed for the performers who had to speak those lines. I guess they were well paid to do it.

Some nice scenery but otherwise nasty, boring and stupid.