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Basic Instinct 2
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by Erik Childress

"From Showing Pussy To Going Pussy"
2 stars

I’m the first to admit in a crowded room that when it comes to great trashy cinema, Basic Instinct owns a proud place on my DVD shelf. OK, I may not be as enamored as I was with it when it first hit theaters in 1992, taking group after group of friends to see it and not just for the sexual content or the infamous crotch shot. I still contend that it’s a very well-made film finding a link between Hitchcock and the lurid Cinemax thrillers which it practically reinvented in its wake. The downside was that it invented another beast and her name was Sharon Stone. Just as Sex and the City did for Kim Cattrall, taking an attractive but mediocre actress and elevating her to a gravitas through intimate exposure of her body, Basic Instinct created a disingenuous ego monster who has hypocritically disowned the very thing which made her a household name to begin with and yet kept on the backburner an opportunity for a sequel that nobody but her was waiting to get made.

Novelist Catherine Tramell (Stone) has traded in ice picks and silk scarfs for belts and asphyxiation. But we’re getting well ahead of ourselves. Since most of the mystery of her guilt or innocence dissipated with the original’s final shot, we are plunged right into Tramell’s world of sex and danger going 110 mph through the streets of London with some stoned guy’s fingers between her thighs. Purposely or not, the car goes plunging right into the river with her casually swimming to safety and leaving the guy alone to drown. Murder or the indifference of a informal lover? What possible motive could she have for killing a soccer player other than him being a soccer player?

Summoned for psychiatric evaluation, Catherine meets Michael Glass (David Morrissey) who has just the right amount of potential red herrings in his life for her to play her little game of Mindshag. (Remember, we’re in London.) When she is set free despite the shrink’s testimony that she’s a danger to herself more than others (a diagnosis M.O. he’s become known for), Catherine continues to come around claiming she’s ready for some real therapy. The investigating officer (David Thewlis) doesn’t believe her story for a second. An investigating reporter doesn’t believe Michael is over the guilt of letting a patient kill his girlfriend. The only one who doesn’t seem to be doing any investigating is the damn psychiatrist looking right past all the plastic surgery that’s been done on his new patient in the hopes of god knows what.

This is a giant flaw in the character as both written and then played by Morrissey, who is way too closed off to actively pursue any viable emotion. I understand he’s British, but c’mon. At least with Michael Douglas’ Nick Curran, we knew right away that he was flawed to the core, had some serious intimacy issues and was ready for a relapse in the worst way. Plus, 14 years ago, Catherine Tramell was in her prime and we believed Nick when he said she was the “fuck of the century.” Morrissey’s doctor is a poor substitute and every turn of the script makes him little more than that. When he’s been stimulated enough by Trammell’s seductive catch phrases, he finds a colleague (Flora Montgomery) and gives her the ol’ dirty doggy while looking at Trammell’s picture. The poor girl is never seen or heard from again.

Meanwhile, bodies continue to pile up; all with some connection to the doctor which will lead to twists so nonchalant and latecoming it’s almost as if screenwriters Leora Barish & Henry Bean had to be reminded to put them in. It’s all such a game of “who shot Johnny” since we have already come to terms with Tramell as a manipulative murderess of the first order. Her master plan in the original extended well back to her college years, but now its more like a hobby since there’s no personal stake for revenge or the potential for actual love which remained a key subtext amidst the carnal carnage right up to that final shot. So who really cares now? What are we really watching if not a storyline that could have easily translated over to any Shannon Tweed, Shannon Whirry, Shauna O’Brien (or any Cinemax Queen starting with the letter “S”) from the mid-90s? If a director like David Cronenberg been brought aboard (he was once briefly attached) perhaps the material could have been stripped bare and succeeded as a psychological examination of a woman who committed evil, succeeded and now has little else but to return to her roots. Just like Sharon Stone herself.

When I speak of Stone disowning the original, of course I’m speaking of the interrogation scene; a moment which when she saw on screen for the first time she reportedly slapped director Paul Verhoeven for allowing her womanhood to be bared like that for the paying public (and also believing the shot cost her an Oscar nomination.) As I’ve spoken of this many times I will try to be brief. If Stone thought the moment was going to implied by mere suggestion, on which light meter reading of her nether region did she decide she should remove her underwear anyway? Liar or idiot, you pick the label cause I’ve used them all. But here she is again cashing in on an archetype well past her prime. Even Shannon Tweed has moved on and is now just the hot woman married to that rock band dude with the giant tongue.

Maybe the greatest lesson that will come in the saga of the Basic Instinct films is the difference between the colloquisms of beaver and pussy. The beaver is the furry outer that teases and the pussy is the juicy inside which stimulates and functions to stimulate amongst other pleasures. Stone showed both in the original, one with a leg cross and the other during a peeping tom moment. She briefly flashes the former in the sequel, but the latter has been put to sleep. Maybe that’s because Stone has already shown us what’s inside her whether she admits it or not and whether she likes it or not. It was little more than a flash that temporarily blinded us from the truth. A little like Catherine Trammell herself. Sorry, if you feel there’s something to add from Basic Instinct 2 getting made, by all means jump in because it’s already been shaved down enough.

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9/13/17 morris campbell IT SUCKS 1 stars
10/22/08 Shaun Wallner Very Boring! 1 stars
6/06/08 Jenn Boring, dull, and completely hard as that is to believe. 2 stars
2/19/07 PC Stone is great is this kind of role.Not deserving of the bad rap this movie has gotten. 4 stars
2/18/07 David Pollastrini obviously made for money. glad it didn't make any! 1 stars
2/09/07 Dude really aweful 1 stars
10/02/06 Lisa Craven Cheap flick, cheap woman, stupid/predictable plot 2 stars
8/15/06 Anastasia Beaverhausen High gloss your mom 1 stars
5/29/06 Troy M. Grzych The fact that it was not in the cineama long says everything. 2 stars
5/09/06 Anton To be a 14 year later sequel it's not that bad 4 stars
4/14/06 M Sharon steams up the screen. Film not 'racy' enough, could of pushed envelope a bit more 3 stars
4/10/06 joey Entertaining. Good job by stone, great comic performance by the guy playing the detective. 4 stars
4/10/06 mr. mike one of filmdom's worst ever endings 2 stars
4/08/06 Mike I feel sorry for everyone involved in the making of this film 1 stars
4/06/06 Steve Michaud An embarrassingly limp and utterly unnecessary sequel 1 stars
4/02/06 john bale Sharon Stone still can steam up the screen, even in this uninspired but watchable reprise 4 stars
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