A psychologist is treating a serial rapist and starts to be receptive to his manipulations and even has fantasies about being raped, and then that happens in the end. The film is exactly going where you expect it to go, which makes it utterly boring to watch. There is certainly tension as you don't want it to happen and Kenzari is great in this film by Halina Reijn - scary and dangerous. But as an audience you're put in this abhorrent position and you just don't want to watch it any further. Rape and fantasies about rape are probably artistic hip subject matters. We've seen this before, like in Irreversible, which I would call mind pollution, as it is there just to impress the audience: look what I dare to show you - all for a quite empty artistic statement. Or like in Happiness, where we had to be part of a child rapist practices. Happiness is full of masterly scenes and ideas, but the child rapist part is really abhorrent. Instinct suffers from too many cliches, mediocre or even uncredible scenes. The dog in her bed felt like a filmschool solution. The psychologist joining him in the dunes - really? Carice tries to perform her well, but the script is so uncredible and superficial that even Carice cannot entirely convince. And a 40-year-old psychologist lying in bed intimately with her mother half naked?? That was an artistically low point in the film. Instinct sends us away with the message: men are manipulative and try to overpower women, and us women are weak and dependent. We need to draw a line and the only way is to trick them into prison. Well, how groundbreaking! Instinct had a mixed reception, but the ones that gave this film five stars out of five didn't look behind the curtain.
