Arts & Entertainment

‘Fifty Shades Freed:’ It’s the worst

Mainstream media has a very back and forth relationship with sex. In some cases, it’s used as a gratuitous selling point, and in others it’s ignored entirely. Big-budget franchises rarely have anything meaningful to say about the topic, not even those that revolve around it. Take the wildly popular series of books, Fifty Shades. Anasta­sia Steele is a doe-eyed girl fresh out of college who falls for billionaire ex­ecutive, Christian Grey, and becomes his bondage “submissive.”

Had the original manuscript not been “Twilight” fanfiction, perhaps the books could’ve been an open fo­rum on consensual sexual “handling” as a more acceptable practice. Had the first two films allowed themselves to grow beyond the asinine source material, maybe the third wouldn’t have been such torture to sit through. The only good thing about “Fifty Shades Freed” is that it’s the last film in the series.

Anastasia (Dakota Johnson) and her new husband Christian (Jamie Dornan) are ready to spend the rest of their lives having sex in various locales, but malevolent figures from their past and new challenges will test the strength of their bond. Will they have their happy ending?

The first thing audiences may no­tice is that this finale utterly fails to maintain any continuity with its pre­decessors. There’s a litany of examples, but among my favorite are: Ana being surprised that Christian, a billionaire that she has spent time with on boats and planes, owns a private jet; Ana being surprised that Christian, a petulant pervert she has regular re­strictive intercourse with, whips out the cuffs when she disobeys him; Ana being surprised that Jack Hyde (Eric Johnson), her former boss who got fired for sexually assaulting her in the last movie, would try to sabotage Christian’s company servers — you get the idea.

The second thing audiences may groan at is this movie’s failure to maintain continuity with itself. There are enough instances to fill a filing cabinet, but some of the most notable include: Ana calling her husband “honorable” despite his tantrums; Ana going with her husband and some friends on a weekend getaway, even though she had just told him she can’t go away every weekend when she has a job; Jack’s bail bond for attempted kidnapping later in the movie being set at $500,000, and him showing up again without any expla­nation as to where he got the money — little things like that.

There is a third thing audiences may finally hang themselves over. Ana and Christian wait until after they’re married to ask each other if they’d ever consider having children. There’s a fourth thing. Ana suddenly forgets to take her contraception shots and sends Christian into the arms of a former mistress when she tells him she’s pregnant, then locks herself in the sex dungeon to sleep. A fifth thing: pulling into a parking lot after a car chase, Ana and Christian forget their lives are possibly in danger and have sex right then and there. Christian storms into Ana’s workplace when his wife doesn’t immediately respond to his goddamn emails. Christian denies Ana sexual satisfaction and whines that he feels the same frustration when she doesn’t obey.

Christian’s justification for his pet­tiness is his rough childhood, but it’s hard to feel sorry for a billionaire who takes three vacations a week and grabs at Ana’s ass every chance he gets. She has every reason to leave him — but then there would be no more buttplugs and expensive dresses!

These aren’t adults we’re watching. They’re preteens who need to grow up. Both preach trust and under­standing without demonstrating the slightest capacity for either. Intimate scenes are watered down perfume commercials, a prepubescent concep­tion of intercourse. If this movie had any balls, it would show us a pair. Where’s the heat? The smell? The awkward encounters? The sex? Not a stylized porno, but a real connec­tion between real people.

“Fifty Shades Freed” is a cynical advertisement for luxurious lifestyles that insults its audience. It’s not often a movie earns zero stars, but this one does — not for the inconsistencies, not for the uneven story, but because it actually made me angry; and that’s my biggest turn-off.


Seth Jans

Seth is an entertainment critic for the Tacoma Ledger, majoring in arts, media, and culture. He looks forward to seeing many more movies in theaters while struggling to find a job.