The cinematic event of the year is finally here. Black Panther? Don't be daft. The, ahem, climactic entry into the Fifty Shades franchise is in cinemas now, bringing the most infamous movie romance of the last decade to its inevitable conclusion, to the delight of millions, albeit for many different reasons.
As will surprise roughly nobody, Fifty Shades Freed has been near-universally panned by critics, torn apart for every single reason you'd expect even if, honestly, it's probably the best - and certainly the most entertaining - of the bunch.
You know pretty much exactly what you're getting with this one, and for the hardcore fans, it'll deliver the "romantic" finale they're hoping for just fine. As for everyone else? Mileage will vary hugely depending upon your tolerance for stale, moldy dialogue, cheeseball romance, bad sex scenes and outrageous soap opera-esque subplots.
With the right mindset, it's a so-bad-it's-good blast of near-epic proportions, that's for sure...
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