Fifty Shades Darker

A film with as much full-fronted nudity in it as this one does, can never be good, mainly because it’s verging on the point of becoming pornographic.

Struggling to get to grips with a normal relationship, Mr.Grey finds himself trying to win Anastasia’s heart back once more. But as is the case with many of Christian Grey’s ‘relationships’, there are rules, however, Anastasia does not want to submit to them.

The acting, as you may expect from such a film, is nothing special; it does excite, nor does it inspire, it is simply average in it’s execution. A disappointment would suggest that more was expected, it was not.

The camera angles are laughable throughout, with strategically placed ornaments covering various degrees of genital exposure. At times, the props used to subdue the show of human flesh are so horrendously comedic, you have to repeatedly remind yourself that this film is actually trying to market itself as a serious romance drama.

It has become beyond difficult to subjectively review this film, not only because it goes against the grain of  the cinematic experience, but because it preys on the vulnerable to fund it; predominantly middle aged woman, who are looking for ‘more’. Admittedly, this is a huge over generalisation, but to a certain extent, is very true nonetheless.

How a story, that is essentially glorifying sexual abuse has come to be such a prominent part of our society, is quite frankly an embarrassment to filmmakers everywhere. But of course, this story did not just come into being through the medium of film, no, it was firstly a book, and not just any book, and international best seller.

It is the very nature of this film’s existence that is having a dyer affect on the film-industry, which has almost become a dumping ground for lacklustre film-makers with a remarkably large budget. It is a sad reality, and one that I hope will eventually be squashed.