Let’s not beat around the bush. Fifty Shades Darker is an
awful film, even worse than its pretty awful predecessor Fifty Shades of Grey.
Its pitiful 10% Rotten Tomatoes rating is testament to its bad acting and
absurdly soap opera-like plotline but there’s no accounting for taste and its
box office success is proof of how popular a movie it was.
Why? Because to a certain demographic Fifty Shades Darker’s light bondage and lacklustre romance is the stuff of softcore heaven. Not for the discerning writers here at What Culture of course – nothing but sexy unsimulated sex in European arthouse flicks will do for us, thank you very much – but for bored housewives and wine moms, Fifty Shades is the socially acceptable smut they’ve been searching for.
In its defence as this year’s worst sexiest movie, it does boast some rather stylishly shot sex scenes even if the emphasis is more on the tickle than the slap this time around.