Catherine Tramell, Sharon Stone's icy, bisexual murder suspect from the classic '90s thriller Basic Instinct, is now living in London, where she undergoes therapy with a respected criminal psychologist (David Morrissey). Dr Michael Glass diagnoses Catherine as a sufferer of "risk addiction", while at the same time growing obsessed with his mysterious patient, who may be responsible for a series of murders.
Sharon Stone's sex appeal does not translate in this belated sequel. Don't get me wrong, this is not due to her age, but more the fact that she appears to be trying too hard to appear sexy. While the original film wrote Catherine as a manipulative, icy and irresistible temptress, similar characterization is ignored here, leaving Stone to stand around in revealing outfits and recite embarrassingly graphic dialogue. Then there's the constant filter on her face, as well as the volley-ball breast implants positioned so far apart that you can practically drive a car through her cleavage. If the film didn't go so far out of its way to make her appear young, she just might have gotten away with it.
The murder plot treads similar ground as the first film, even down to the positioning of the bodies (naked man in bed, somebody bleeding to death in a closed room). But unlike the original, the writers don't utilize Catherine's possible guilt well enough. Something about the whole character is phony, and she's definitely not the same woman we were introduced to in 1992. Despite her top billing, Stone disappears for long periods of time, leaving David Morrissey (adequate, but no Michael Douglas) to put the clues together and reach some kind of conclusion to the mystery.
Strangely for a movie claiming to be an erotic thriller, scenes of a sexual nature are few and far between. Even a trip to a sleazy London orgy comes off less as an arousing thrill and more pretty depressing, seeing Catherine reduced to underground bars and back-alleys to get her kicks. But, thinking about it, I guess that was what they were trying to do with the whole "risk addiction" thing.
In the end, Basic Instinct 2 is pretty desperate. Sharon Stone appears desperate to prove she is an attractive 40-something, the script features dialogue that doesn't even reach Joe Esterhazs quality, and the amount of phallic imagery (key-chain trinkets, giant penis buildings...) is pretty damn hilarious. When a trashy thriller like this fails in terms of both erotic thrills and genuine mystery, you know there's something seriously wrong.
Rating: D
Sharon Stone's sex appeal does not translate in this belated sequel. Don't get me wrong, this is not due to her age, but more the fact that she appears to be trying too hard to appear sexy. While the original film wrote Catherine as a manipulative, icy and irresistible temptress, similar characterization is ignored here, leaving Stone to stand around in revealing outfits and recite embarrassingly graphic dialogue. Then there's the constant filter on her face, as well as the volley-ball breast implants positioned so far apart that you can practically drive a car through her cleavage. If the film didn't go so far out of its way to make her appear young, she just might have gotten away with it.
The murder plot treads similar ground as the first film, even down to the positioning of the bodies (naked man in bed, somebody bleeding to death in a closed room). But unlike the original, the writers don't utilize Catherine's possible guilt well enough. Something about the whole character is phony, and she's definitely not the same woman we were introduced to in 1992. Despite her top billing, Stone disappears for long periods of time, leaving David Morrissey (adequate, but no Michael Douglas) to put the clues together and reach some kind of conclusion to the mystery.
Strangely for a movie claiming to be an erotic thriller, scenes of a sexual nature are few and far between. Even a trip to a sleazy London orgy comes off less as an arousing thrill and more pretty depressing, seeing Catherine reduced to underground bars and back-alleys to get her kicks. But, thinking about it, I guess that was what they were trying to do with the whole "risk addiction" thing.
In the end, Basic Instinct 2 is pretty desperate. Sharon Stone appears desperate to prove she is an attractive 40-something, the script features dialogue that doesn't even reach Joe Esterhazs quality, and the amount of phallic imagery (key-chain trinkets, giant penis buildings...) is pretty damn hilarious. When a trashy thriller like this fails in terms of both erotic thrills and genuine mystery, you know there's something seriously wrong.
Rating: D
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