S&M (smut & moronity) with Fifty Shades Freed

Laughably consensual tawdriness and corresponding bad acting

Fifty Shades Freed: Better to pass the time thinking about your parents having sex than sit through this

Fifty Shades Freed at last, that is, as moviedom’s favorite boy-beats-girl franchise draws to a halting climax. This viewer needed closure after having survived the first two, so it just makes sense that I cast a little shade on the windup. Besides, if the alternatives are comic-book franchises or the latest CGI-driven action-adventure fantasy, I’ll choose S&M (smut & moronity) every time.

Fifty Shades Freed 0 stars

It’s rare that I put in for combat pay, but it’s tough being the only one in the multiplex not tipping a plastic wine glass between visits to the Red Room. My fellow theater-mates at both evening previews of Fifty Shades of Grey and Fifty Shades Freed were alcohol-energized. (No trace of booze was detected at the opening morning presentation of Fifty Shades Darker.) Remember the escalating squeal that surged through a Saved by the Bell studio audience whenever hunky Slater planted a wet one on Jesse? A similar screech was frequently heard wheeling throughout the tipsy preview audience at AMC Mission Valley.

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Audience reaction (participation?) was key to making it through the first two. This time, the laughably consensual tawdriness and corresponding bad-acting-at-its-finest generally associated with the series wasn’t enough to mollify viewers. Freed begins with Christian (Jamie Dornan) and Ana (Dakota Johnson) tying the knot, but fans anticipating auto-eroticism are soon asphyxiated by 90 minutes of panoramic pans of exotic locales. Add to this a few yawn-generating softcore spankings before closing on a note of unmitigated violence.

Marriage has made quite the prude of Christian, who now winces at the amount of skin his wife flashes on a nude beach. And with an eye-rolling Ana wise to his whips-and-chains schtick, there’s little excitement left to the couple’s S&M couplings. Submissive moviegoers might need a safeword — try “storytelling” or “structure” — to unambiguously communicate the profoundness of their emotional discomfort and intellectual detachment.

As for the filmmakers, when all else fails and S&M simply will not do the trick, reintroduce an ex-boyfriend to kidnap and brutalize one character and stomp the pregnant stomach of another. Better to pass the time thinking about your parents having sex than to sit through this.

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