Remember all that fuss, the actors who quit “Fifty Shades of Grey” before the cameras rolled?
Whatever the financial payoff, three films into this franchise have proven this much. The sterile, kinky female wish fulfillment fantasy trilogy hasn’t made stars out of Dakota Johnson or Jamie Dornan.
The films, collectively (“Fifty Shades Freed” opens Valentine’s Day) play like “Showgirls” without Vegas, “Pretty Woman” without Hector Elizondo.
Sex without heat, “love” without actors who convince us of it, fabulous wealth — on screen and off — painting over the problems.