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Once again the critics are out in full force, almost unanimous in their dislike for anything related to 50 Shades. I’m sure E L James isn’t worried, the movie has managed to gross over $50 million so far, and 50 Shades of Grey has netted more than $500 million around the globe. Clearly audiences aren’t agreeing with the critics vote, and I have to wonder why?
Is it embarrassing to write for a newspaper and confess you enjoyed 50 Shades? Is society still not accepting enough of BDSM that everyone needs to rip anything concerned with it to pieces? It’s hard to believe so many people are going to watch movies that are that awful, and then following this up by watching the sequel.
Is it that society lacks decent films with anything close to decent kinky sex, so we’ll settle for whatever we can get?
However you look at it, there’s clearly a market for kinky sex and the world has gone wild over it. I can’t help but wonder what kinky naughtiness will be next to hit our screens…
Anyway for those that want a giggle, here’s what the critics have been saying about 50 Shades Darker:
50 shades duller! (And as erotic as a bluebottle landing on your bottom): BRIAN VINER gives his verdict on the sequel to Fifty Shades of Grey
Brian Viner of the Daily Mail
Fifty Shades Darker review: An alleged 18-rated, adults-only filth-fest that behaves like a flustered PG
Robbie Collin of The Telegraph
Fifty Shades Darker review: The 10 most painful parts of the Fifty Shades Of Grey sequel ranked from niggling to utterly excruciating
Yvette Caster from Metro UK
Fifty Shades Darker review: Buff, bland, bonking machines are possessed of prodigious libido but bereft of personality
Chris Hunneysett of The Mirror
Sometimes sexy, sometimes campy, Fifty Shades Darker is a smorgasbord of silliness, its dopey pleasures indistinguishable from its many awkwardly melodramatic moments. This sequel to the 2015 smash Fifty Shades Of Grey continues to treat the courtship of its leads as a flirty chess match, so it’s unfortunate that the franchise still hasn’t figured out how to make us care about these characters’ shallow desires. Dakota Johnson brings a little spark and Jamie Dornan remains pretty to look at, but overall Darker becomes an exercise in the limits of vanilla kinkiness.
Tim Grierson of Screen Daily
‘Fifty Shades Darker,’ and Only Half as Watchable
James Foley of The New York Times