We Got This Covered
Fifty Shades Of Black is the lowest common denominator of spoof comedy, simply because of its sheer laziness. The settings might mirror Christian Grey’s actual office, down to the panda painting, but aesthetic similarities prove nothing about cinematic quality. A comedy is built on laughter, and when audiences aren’t laughing, holy hell is it awkwardly uncomfortable. That’s how I felt through my entire screening of Fifty Shades Of Black, especially during the film’s first suggesting ending (which a couple missed by walking out ten minutes earlier), when a frustrated viewer cried out, “Is this shit over yet?” Sadly, it was not, just so the film could squeak in one more anal reference before the credits rolled.