Last weekend, the final movie in the revolting Fifty Shades of Grey franchise hit screens. The third and last chapter of this sick soap opera is over. And we are left scratching our heads as we ponder why films that glorify sexual abuse and sadistic bondage are still popular.
However, discerning Christians can perceive the errors, recognize the truths, and enjoy the movie.
This decay of his life bleeds through the film in Andrew’s practice sessions. In the beginning, he plays like one would think a jazz drummer would play. He moves his head with the beat, sways, and makes viewers want to jump on a drumset. As his practice sessions continue, he moves his bed into his practice room, grimaces, sweats, and bleeds through the layers of Band-Aids plastered on his blistered hands.
Finally, director Zach Snyder and story writer Christopher Nolan cut all the corny traditions of Superman mythology that have embarrassed Superman fans for decades and put some real humanity into the man of steel. No Lex Luther “I’ll get you, Superman!” lines, no convenient kryptonite rocks, and no red underwear. Snyder reinvents Superman similar to the new Batman trilogy, based in a stronger sense of reality with a relatable hero riddled with inner conflict.
One can only imagine what it must have been like for Daniel when he served King Nebuchadnezzar. Did Daniel ever resent the Babylonian people? Exactly how much was he oppressed for his faith and heritage? How did he cope with serving the king of a nation who enslaved his entire people? Through the story of Cecil Gaines (Forest Whitaker), The Butler (directed by Lee Daniels) shares with us insight on how a White House butler, who served under eight presidents, lived in a nation bent on oppressing him and his people.
On top of this Bane-sized disappointment, the story has more holes than a paper snowflake. Bane and his partner in crime Talia Al Ghul (Marion Cotillard) have no motive for blowing up Gotham other than because that’s what Daddy would have wanted.