Basic Instinct 2
| Year: | 2006 |
| Production Co: | C-2 Pictures |
| Director: | Michael Caton-Jones |
| Producer: | Mario Kassar/Andrew Vajna |
| Cast: | Sharon Stone, David Morrissey, David Thewlis, Charlotte Rampling |
They all do it; Sylvester Stallone is launching another campaign to reclaim the title of screen royalty with Rocky Balboa, Arnie's pre-governor star was fading after a string of turkeys including End of Days and The Sixth Day, hence his quitting at the top with Terminator 3.
And after a long and conspicuous absence in the movies - the only drama in her life a Komodo dragon biting her husband on the foot - Sharon Stone returned triumphant to the screen... in Catwoman.
The next step in her desperate fame reclamation act comes in the form of commercial cinema's sluttiest, most famous femme fatale in Basic Instinct 2.
It was easy to believe Stone had an air of dignified class about her. There was a lot of talk about how sexy she still was at 40 and it was easy to forget what trashy press fodder she was thanks to Paul Verhoeven's 1992 love letter to everything fast, sleazy and titillating about sexy murderesses and cop thrillers.
But she leaves us in no doubt she still holds the title in this trashy, soft-core, novel-on-the-back-shelf-of-an-r-rated-bookstore of a movie where Catherine Tramell (Stone) is up top her old tricks.
This time she fucks with the head (among other things) of London psychiatrist Michael (Morrissey) with the same old results; he becomes so c__tstruck he can't see straight, and people start dying around them.
Ironically it has a very classy production design, the sets, costumes and dialogue quite slick and dignified, but you're there to watch a mankiller at work, and Tramell proves she's still got it.
Not that anyone cared, the $70m film bombing calamitously at the box office.
And after a long and conspicuous absence in the movies - the only drama in her life a Komodo dragon biting her husband on the foot - Sharon Stone returned triumphant to the screen... in Catwoman.
The next step in her desperate fame reclamation act comes in the form of commercial cinema's sluttiest, most famous femme fatale in Basic Instinct 2.
It was easy to believe Stone had an air of dignified class about her. There was a lot of talk about how sexy she still was at 40 and it was easy to forget what trashy press fodder she was thanks to Paul Verhoeven's 1992 love letter to everything fast, sleazy and titillating about sexy murderesses and cop thrillers.
But she leaves us in no doubt she still holds the title in this trashy, soft-core, novel-on-the-back-shelf-of-an-r-rated-bookstore of a movie where Catherine Tramell (Stone) is up top her old tricks.
This time she fucks with the head (among other things) of London psychiatrist Michael (Morrissey) with the same old results; he becomes so c__tstruck he can't see straight, and people start dying around them.
Ironically it has a very classy production design, the sets, costumes and dialogue quite slick and dignified, but you're there to watch a mankiller at work, and Tramell proves she's still got it.
Not that anyone cared, the $70m film bombing calamitously at the box office.