For my money, this might actually be the best of this titivating trilogy - if only because they have actually had a go at telling a story. “Christian” (Jamie Dornan) and “Ana” (Dakota Johnson) are looking forward to their nuptials but the disgruntled “Jack” (Eric Johnson) has still not forgotten that she got him fired and then took his job at the publishers. When he manages to enter their luxury apartment and hold her at knife point, she is terrified but also intrigued and once she’s been released by her hunky security chap “Sawyer” (Brant Daugherty) starts to wonder if there aren’t even more secrets in her fiancé’s red leather room - or conceivably in their large larder fridge after dark. Uncharacteristically, she is no longer satiated by whips and/of ice cream in the nether regions and after some borderline melodrama we discover that not only does he, indeed, have a secret but that “Jack” and he have a score to settle that “Christian” isn’t even aware of until a nerve-wracking ending! Well no, not really nerve-wracking but given the other films didn’t even awaken your nerves at all, then this was at least progress. Moreover, in this film someone also told Dornan to get his kit off more often and so there is a bit more ass-candy in their admittedly far fewer sex scenes - an indictment of marriage, perhaps? The acting is all the stuff of “90210” with nice houses, cars, posh frocks but this one even has a car chase and though it’s still pretty terrible, it’s not the shocker the last one (2017) was.