Fifty Shades Darker is an ordeal to watch not because of its gothic eroticism but because of its utter blandness.
It’s glossy and at times goofily funny, mostly thanks to Johnson’s subtle comic skills, but the novelty of this messy relationship is really beginning to wear off.
EL James’s panting couple are back – but director Sam Taylor-Johnson is not – in this daft yet dull S&M soap.
Makes The Chronicles of Riddick look like Le Règle du Jeu.
Unfortunately, those who submit to such crude seductions will find they get exactly the film they deserve.
The second instalment in the S&M romance franchise is pretty softcore, though the odd good gag remains.
Vanilla indeed.
General release. Check local listings for show times.
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