Two years after the first erotica movie Fifty Shades of Grey, Christian and Ana return for the sequel Fifty Shades Darker.

Author EL James's panting couple might be back but the director of the first movie adaptation - Sam Taylor-Johnson - is not.

It's reported Sam parted ways with the franchise due to creative clashes with James. Taking her place we see House of Cards director James Foley and Niall Leonard (Mr EL James).

Dakota Johnson and the dishy Jamie Dornan reprise their roles as the leading lovers but the second instalment of the trilogy leaves a lot to be desired, according to critics.

Read our review by Damon Smith.

Fifty Shades Darker hits cinemas today.

After the polite slap of Fifty Shades Of Grey comes the unintentionally hilarious tickle of a softcore sequel, dredged from the frothy melodrama of E.L. James' literary threesome.


Pantomime villainy bumps and grinds against clunky plotting and a miasma of softly lit sex scenes devoid of any erotic charge despite the wanton lip-biting of actress Dakota Johnson.


While the first film flaunted its fake feminist credentials with director Sam Taylor-Johnson wielding the riding crop and screenwriter Kelly Marcel tightening the Red Room's leather straps, Fifty Shades Darker is dominated by men.

Niall Leonard and author EL James attend the UK Premiere of Fifty Shades Darker at the Odeon, Leicester Square London


James Foley slips back in the director's harness after a 10-year hiatus, alongside author James' husband, Niall Leonard, who assumes the screenwriter's position and tightly handcuffs himself to the source material.


Tellingly, the sequel's best moment is secondhand - a cute word-for-word tribute to Johnson's mother, Melanie Griffith, and her Oscar-nominated role in Working Girl.


Pounding music underscores the orgy of luxury product placements - seductive stemware, sheer designer dresses - and every breathless coupling.

Jamie Dornan and Kim Basinger in a scene from the new film


Ana forgoes another knee-trembling ride on Christian's chopper and boards his yacht instead to the high-pitched whimpers of Taylor Swift and Zayn Malik professing, "Baby, baby, I feel crazy!"


It's a wild exaggeration. The sequel isn't a single shade darker, grimier or indeed sexier, let alone 50.


Anastasia (Johnson) has turned her back on Seattle's youngest billionaire, Christian Grey (Jamie Dornan), to clamber the career ladder under leering fiction editor, Jack Hyde (Eric Johnson).


It's not long before crestfallen Christian pleads his case.


"I want to renegotiate terms," he growls.


With the minimum resistance, Ana agrees.


"No rules, no punishments... and no more secrets," she purrs naively.

Dakota Johnson and Jamie Dornan attend the UK premiere at the Odeon, Leicester Square London


Soon after, at a masquerade ball hosted by Christian's parents (Andrew Airlie, Marcia Gay Harden), Ana has her first run-in with Elena Lincoln (Kim Basinger), the woman who seduced Christian aged 15.


Meanwhile, Ana's boss Jack turns out to be a glowering poster boy for sexual harassment and one of Christian's former submissives (Bella Heathcote) stalks her former master.


Fifty Shades Darker begs tantalizing questions.


How many cans of furniture polish does Christian's housekeeper Mr Jones (Fay Masterson) get through each day to maintain that dust and streak-free shine on every surface in his cavernous apartment?

Rita Ora reprises her role as Mia, the sister of Christian Grey


How does the brooding hero emerge from a high-speed brush with death without a scratch or bruise on that perfectly stubbled face?


The interplay between dominant and submissive is still muddled and Ana's contradictory nature tests our patience.


In one breath, she scolds Christian for his possessiveness ("This isn't a relationship, it's ownership") and in the next, she's pleading with him to dust off his toys.


Only one sequence involving jiggle balls delivers pleasure to us and her.


A 10-second fake orgasm of scenes from the giddy climax, Fifty Shades Freed, during the end credits is like everything else: a big tease.

Rating 4/10

Age rating 18.