Review by Bob Ignizio
Picking up shortly after the end of FIFTY SHADES OF GREY, FIFTY
SHADES DARKER finds Anastasia Steele (Dakota Johnson) starting work as
personal assistant for book editor Jack Hyde (Eric Johnson) and trying to get
on with her life after breaking up with kinky, damaged billionaire Christian
Grey (Jamie Dornan). Anastasia had left Christian after realizing that his lifestyle
of extreme S & M was not her cup of tea, and that he was so hardwired for
that kind of sex that he could never be fulfilled by the "vanilla"
relationship she wanted.
Christian desperately wants Anastasia back, though. So
desperately that he believes his passion can overcome his sadistic
inclinations. Anastasia wants Christian back, too, so they decide to give their
romance another whirl.
To the surprise of no one in the audience, it doesn't take
long for things to start edging back into kink territory, but this time
Anastasia seems more open to it. Why? Because the whole reason these movies
(and the books they're based on) exist is to provide their audience with an
escape into romantic fantasy flavored with just enough kinky sex as to feel
adventurous, but not so much as to come across as porn.
Nothing wrong with that. It's not as if plot has ever been
the point of erotica.
The problem is that FIFTY
SHADES DARKER is a two-hour movie, and in between the film's sex scenes
there's an awful lot of padding. A few subplots raise hopes that something
interesting or dramatic might happen - one of Christian's previous submissives
(Bella Heathcote) is stalking Anastasia, Anastasia's boss Jack is becoming
sexually aggressive towards her, and the woman who taught Christian the ways of
kink (Kim Basinger) objects to her pupil becoming involved with someone who
isn't truly submissive – but these threads wind up either fizzling out or being
left dangling for the next movie. That means most of the time they aren't
getting it on, Christian and Anastasia are having insipid discussions about
their relationship.
It certainly helps that the director this time around, James
Foley (AFTER DARK MY SWEET, GLENGARRY GLEN ROSS), delivers a more
stylish and polished film. There are still some unintentional laughs due to the
screenplay and/or source material, but not nearly as many. Notably the sex
scenes aren't part of the comedy this time around. If the only thing you care
about is seeing Jamie Dornan and/or Dakota Johnson naked and engaged in various
simulated sex acts both kinky and vanilla, and you don't mind sitting through
long stretches of nothing much happening to get to those scenes, you probably
won't be disappointed. To quote an old Saturday Night Live sketch in which
Siskel and Ebert reviewed gay porn: "the sex is hot, and the production
values are first rate." Just don't expect much more than that. 2 out of 4
stars.
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