Fifty Shades Freed is in cinemas now, and surprise surprise, it's been resolutely demolished by critics. It is an objectively bad film without question, but at least it's the weirdest and funniest entry into the unlikely trilogy, ensuring it should endure as a bonkers midnight movie for drunk audiences the world over.
With the film's tighter runtime and lessened effort to be a "real" movie, Fifty Shades Freed makes the most of its ridiculous dialogue, absurd plotting and peculiar central relationship to ensure the film may be many things, but boring it absolutely isn't.
From tonally misjudged moments that are more unsettling than sexy, some horribly constructed sex scenes, howlingly bad dialogue and the film's eventual third-act divergence into erotic thriller territory, the WTF factor is strong with this one.
Yes, film buffs can breathe a sigh of relief that the series is now over - apparently, anyway - but let's be honest, it's always been fun chuckling at these films. At least the third time around, you're laughing with it more than ever before...
The film opens with Christian (Jamie Dornan) and Ana (Dakota Johnson) getting married, after which they jet off to Paris for their honeymoon, and end up in the Mediterranean.
Here Ana is sunbathing and asks Christian to apply some sunscreen, but when she discusses removing her entire bikini, Christian harshly retorts, "You're showing enough skin."
Christian goes for a swim, at which point Ana falls asleep and rolls onto her front, bearing her chest to the world. Christian returns to see this and is furious, throwing a blanket on top of her, telling her that the paparazzi would love to snap her topless, and grumpily insisting that they go back to the boat.
Christian just can't help but be a miserable, controlling, creepy a**hole, can he? A wonderful model of romance for women the world over right here.