No matter how humble it may seem, you can never really tell what might happen if you follow an idea. Take author E.L. James, for example: after being inspired to write some Twilight
fan fiction, she found herself with the erotically charged tale of a billionaire bondage enthusiast and the young publisher’s assistant who captures his heart. From that simple setup sprouted the Fifty Shades of Grey
trilogy, which sold more than 125 million copies — thus prompting the film franchise that concludes with this weekend’s Fifty Shades Freed
. As they did for the first two installments, Dakota Johnson and Jamie Dornan play unorthodox lovebirds Christian Grey and Anastasia Steele, who enter the concluding chapter of their big-screen story as newlyweds; of course, even as domestic bliss beckons on the horizon, there are complicating factors waiting to muck things up, like the petty squabbles of married life — not to mention some potentially far more nefarious developments. Unfortunately, Dornan and Johnson aren’t the only things that have remained the same for Fifty Shades Freed
; critics’ widespread disdain for the franchise is also right where they left it last time around, making this one trilogy that’s managed the wrong kind of trifecta with the pundits. If you’re a Fifty Shades
fan, you probably aren’t reading many reviews anyway, but if you were waiting to see how the Tomatometer would shake out for the series conclusion, the answer is probably as disappointing as it is unsurprising.