Wayans (who wrote the script with Rick Alvarez Michael Tiddes of “A Haunted House” directed) has dependable support from Jenny Zigrino as Hannah’s lascivious roommate and Florence Henderson - you read that right - as an older seductress. “Black” parallels the outline of “Grey” - here, the millionaire, Christian, tries to coax the college student, Hannah (the appealing Kali Hawk), into signing a contract for kinky sex - but only as much as it permits Mr.
(At least two stage parodies got to “Fifty Shades,” the novel, first.) But as with other staples of the screen-parody genre, the comic bull’s-eyes arrive only intermittently. Wayans, who skewered horror flicks with the “Haunted House” and “Scary Movie” series, has found another ripe subject for pillorying. James’s erotic best seller “Fifty Shades of Grey.” “Who wrote this, a third grader?” Other trenchant observations pepper “ Fifty Shades of Black,” a scattershot satire of the book’s 2015 screen adaptation, but a lot of wading is required to find them.
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Full of every last stereotype you can name, without anything clever or even remotely interesting to say about them, Fifty Shades of Black is dull, dimwitted, and, worst of all, not even remotely funny.“Fifty shades of terrible!” says Christian Black (Marlon Wayans), as he reads E. This is, being generous, thirty minutes worth of material stretched out to feature length. At worst, it just feels mean-spirited, hateful, and so much lower than the lowest-common denominator. This is super cheap and will probably make enough money that it won’t kill the genre, but goddamn we can hope it does. There is absolutely nothing to recommend Fifty Shades of Black, unless you’re a Marlon Wayans completist. There’s a Magic Mike scene with some swollen balls, a Whiplash gag that no one who sees this movie will get (and it involves Florence Henderson), and Jane Seymour shows up to spout some tired racist jokes, which just makes me sad.Ĭlocking in at 92-minutes, Fifty Shades of Black should fly by, but it plods on and on and on as jokes that miss the mark in the first place are dragged out exponentially, the actors sleep walk through the empty steps of Fifty Shades of Grey (there’s a “torture” scene where Christian reads to Hannah from the book), and nothing interesting or amusing happens. I’m human, after all.įor the most part, this never strays too far from mocking the original Fifty Shades, but occasionally, Black delves into other territory. One was a poop joke, and one was a Soul Plane joke. I laughed-and by laughed I mean even as minor as a chuckle-six times.
That about sums it up.Īdmittedly, every once in a while there is a laugh. When I walked out, a dude saw what movie I was leaving of and laughed at me. Ultimately, I wasn’t the only one in the theater, however, there were five total. She laughed in my face and said, “ You’re the one.” At that point, I was the only person who had bought a ticket. I got to the theater ten or fifteen minutes early and handed my ticket to the ticket taker. So, I bought a ticket for an early Thursday show, figuring it is the first day after all, better safe than sorry. It didn’t screen early for press, which is never a great sign, but it’s not necessarily a kiss of death.
Marlon Wayans’ track record in this genre is spotty at best-though some of the early Scary Movies are solid, and Don’t Be a Menace to South Central While Drinking Your Juice in the Hood is sheer gold, the likes of Dance Flick and A Haunted House are better left unmentioned.įifty Shades of Black is best described by my experience at the theater. To be fair, I wasn’t expecting greatness. If one good thing comes from me watching this movie, it’s that hopefully I’ll be able to convince someone else not to.
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