|Directed by||:||James Foley||Produced by||:||Michael De Luca, E. L. James, Dana Brunetti, Marcus Viscidi||Based on||:||Fifty Shades Freed by E. L. James||Starring||:||Dakota Johnson, Jamie Dornan, Eric Johnson, Rita Ora, Luke Grimes, Victor Rasuk, Jennifer Ehle, Marcia Gay Harden||Production company||:||Perfect World Pictures, Michael De Luca Productions, Trigger Street Productions||Distributed by||:||Universal Pictures|
Fifty Shades Freed Review: Delightfully Absurd Trilogy Goes Out with a Bang
Iexperienced some weird moments of extreme empathy with Anastasia Steele (Dakota Johnson) during Fifty Shades Freed—and no, I don’t mean that in any kinky dom-sub way. I was simply as overwhelmed by the strangeness of her tale as she was.
The first scene in director James Foley’s conclusion (climax?) to the E. L. James, saga is of Anastasia’s wedding, so clearly, she said “yes” to Christian Grey’s (Jamie Dornan) proposal at the end of the last one. It’s a nice looking affair, so figure that even with Grey Money—the kind where you snap your fingers and the world immediately contorts to your wishes—there had to be time to book the hall, find a caterer, hire the right calligrapher for the invitations. The point I’m making is that even though the Grey-Steele romance has been a whirlwind since Ana literally stumbled into Christian’s office (then later his red dungeon, and, finally, his heart), it’s just inconceivable that she never found out before that he has his own jet.
“This is yours?” she asks as he carries her over the threshold in Fifty Shades Freed. “No—ours,” he answers. Smooth talker.
Later, after their honeymoon in Paris and the Riviera—where Ana fights for her right to go topless at the beach!—the pair is enjoying a quiet dinner at home when they first broach the topic of having children. We’re to believe that a relationship that began with a contract of dos and don’ts specific enough for a line item on anal fisting never got around to “hey, whatcha think about kids?”