

She asks to see the worst of him he gives it to her, using a leather belt she leaves him. (“What’s a butt plug?” she asks, diligently.) Eventually, Ana sees that Christian’s horror of intimacy and desire to punish women might possibly present a relationship problem. When she admits to her innocence, he deflowers her, and then they embark on extended contract negotiations. He suggests that Ana give up her life of shabby cardigans and chicken-salad sandwiches to be installed in his downstairs bedroom as a well-kept sex slave. Christian stalks Ana, shows off his helicopter, and introduces her to his world of glass and metal and panoramic views.

Christian Grey (Jamie Dornan), a twenty-seven-year-old control freak, is, inexplicably, a billionaire, and generally acts like a stock photo brought to life. Anastasia Steele (Dakota Johnson), called Ana, is a shy, college-aged virgin who works at a hardware store, loves Jane Austen, and constantly seems to be stifling giggles. On the off chance that you’re as unbesmirched as I was, here’s a primer on the first movie, which was directed by Sam Taylor-Johnson. And so last week I watched the first “ Fifty Shades of Grey” movie and then its new sequel, “ Fifty Shades Darker,” both of which ask the viewer to become erotically invested in the tedious demands of a childish, sadistic billionaire. But these days, my personal Overton window has opened wide, like a sinkhole, and the theme of this year may well be punishment. I first began avoiding the “Fifty Shades” franchise one summer afternoon several years ago, after reading a few pages of an abandoned “Fifty Shades” book that lay waterlogged on the lip of a public pool.
