The final chapter to the 50 shades trilogy hit theaters over the weekend and so I decided to check it out. I have read all the books (all sex with maybe one novel worth of actual content between the three of them) and I have seen the previous two movies. The first movie, 50 Shades of Grey, was stiff and a bit awkward to watch. Jamie Dornan and Dakota Johnson just didn’t seem to have the chemistry to be able to carry the rest of the franchise. The second was much more tolerable, and that trend continued with the third installment.
Now a married couple, Anastasia and Christian Grey are enjoying their honeymoon sailing around the world. But when an intruder breaks into Christian’s office, their honeymoon is cut short to deal with it. Ana and Christian must learn to navigate life as a newly married couple, even during more difficult times.
50 Shades Freed felt exactly like a lifetime movie except it was missing all the trauma. The majority of the movie’s focus is Ana and Christian living the high life while simultaneously being madly in love with each other. There was no real conflict, no real thought that the couple might not be able to work out their issues, no real impending doom from the outside world – just mushy gushy love. Don’t get me wrong, that’s cute and all, but as the intended audience, it was just a bit on the boring side. Even the threat of Jack Hyde took such a back seat to the plot that it was forgotten for the majority of the film.
This film, and this franchise, served its purpose. It was a guilty pleasure for many. But I can’t help but to be thankful that it is over. Hopefully the next big book to film franchise has a bit more substance.