Fifty Shades of Grey - Befreite Lust

Der dritte Teil bestätigt das Wesentliche, das mit der gesamten Staffel verbunden ist - ein außerordentlich schwachsinniges Drehbuch/Romanvorlage. Der erste Film ist zwar aus meiner Sicht besser gelungen als das Buch, doch der zweite und der dritte ertranken schon in Dummheiten. Beim dritten Teil habe ich den Kopf geschüttelt, wie einige Szenen völlig überflüssig aneinandergepappt wurden, und wenn sie nicht im Film gewesen wären, wäre überhaupt nichts passiert. Vor allem die zweite Hälfte des Films war für mich stellenweise eine rechte Qual. (20.06.2020)

Im Unterschied zum zweiten Teil enthält dieser Film keine "ernste“ Szene, über die das halbe Kino lachen würde. Er zeigt auch weniger Erotik. Es scheint, als ob sie hier nur aus Pflicht eingegliedert wurde, weil man sich an sie gewöhnt hat. Ein Liebesunsinn mit einer Möchtegern-Thriller-Linie und einer abgestimmten Ehebeziehung der zwei Hauptdarsteller. Ich habe mich an sie eigentlich schon ziemlich gewöhnt. Ihre Sympathien sind das, was den Film zusammenhält. Die Zuschauerinnen werden sich hauptsächlich in der ersten Hälfte jede paar Minuten über etwas freuen. (16.02.2018)

A Series of Unfortunate Events of the Worst Bodyguard of All Time. Among the more entertaining findings is the fact that the plot fragments definitively collided during architecture lessons and a few failed attempts by the thwarted suitor, while the sadder ones include shock that even such a beauty as Arielle Kebbel doesn't look good in this shade of nonsense. The dead end of literary adaptations is finally reaching its finale and I hope that nobody ever returns to it. (20.09.2018)

The mandatory conclusion of a lengthy trilogy that has been with us for a year longer than it was originally supposed to be. I have already dissected my disgust and contempt in the previous installments, so there's no reason to get upset about the third one. This time, it has an almost detective subplot element, which is as (un)exciting as any random scene from the three movies. I thought I would suffer more, but it's just an average affair, surrounded by a massive wave of hatred from all sides, yet still the majority of those people were in the cinema for the third time. In a few years, it will be forgotten, and some new pseudo-controversial series with a clear target will come along again. PS: Jamie Dornan finally has peace and can focus on something more meaningful. (09.06.2018)

My immediate impression of this film was manifested in one of the first names to appear in the closing credits: Philip Nee Nee. Everything important happens in roughly the last fifteen minutes, which are preceded by an hour and a half of hopeless advertisements for wedding dresses, Paris, Audi, men’s shirts, vanilla ice cream, Aspen, sex toys...hollow narration for snobs. Through most of the movie, the only suffering incurred by the protagonists, who are so wealthy that they shop in boutiques where they are served champagne as they pick out clothes, is whether they will make the evening more pleasant with a butt plug, a vibrator or a whip. Instead of Dornan working out on gymnastic equipment, here we have – for lovers of camp – Dornan singing at the piano (this time, unfortunately, we don’t see a poster for a movie like The Chronicles of Riddick). Otherwise, everything between the central couple remains as it was. Anastasia has problems and doesn’t listen. Christian punishes her, which she sometimes likes and sometimes doesn’t. All disagreements in the relationship are resolved by means of expensive gifts. Despite all of that, this particular Fifty Shades is slightly more tolerable than the second instalment in the series, which was ten minutes longer and far more obstinate in its disrespect for storytelling logic and causality between scenes. Though I would not in any case call this art, I find it extraordinary that someone can write and make a film that is so empty that there is nothing in it that you could hate. But it looks good and your brain can comfortably relax. 35% (08.02.2018)