It's no surprise that this movie's script caused some high calibre talent to shun it: there are so many failings and problems that it would take several times the 1,000 word limit on comments to list them all. But here's a little taste: in the opening sequence, under the influence of some drug Sharon Stone's character drives through deserted central London streets (!) at 110 mph (!) at night while masturbating and french kissing her boyfriend in the passenger's seat. After crashing into the Thames, in the nicely lit water she manages to give her boyfriend another kiss before getting out and floating away while boyfriend drowns... and then the police think all that is quite OK under the law. Sharon Stone's quotes in the advertising for the movie here suggested that there would be plenty of erotic action but it doesn't deliver much that satisfies on that count. Where the film does have a modicum of merit is its surreal ambiance throughout and its exploration of the suggestion that some psychiatrists may be as screwed up as some of the people they treat.
Review of Basic Instinct 2
