Basic Instinct 2

United Kingdom, Germany, United States

2006

114 Min

Color

2.35:1

English

Currently 1.5/5 Stars.
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SCR Leora Barish, Henry Bean, Joe Eszterhas

CAST Sharon Stone, David Morrissey, Charlotte Rampling, Hugh Dancy, Ellen Thomas, David Thewlis

Novelist Catherine Tramell is once again in trouble with the law, and Scotland Yard appoints psychiatrist Dr. Michael Glass to evaluate her. Though, like Detective Nick Curran before him, Glass is entranced by Tramell and lured into a seductive game. —IMDb

Director

Michael Caton-Jones

Michael Caton-Jones (born Michael Jones; 15 October 1957) is the director of such films as Scandal, Rob Roy, Memphis Belle and The Jackal. Caton-Jones was born in Broxburn, Lothian, Scotland. He attended to St Marys Academy in Bathgate, and trained at the National Film and Television School in Beaconsfield, Bucks, UK. A lifelong Celtic FC supporter, Caton-Jones is married to film producer Laura Viederman, with whom he has 2 children (Romy b. 2001 and Charlie b. 2003). He also has two daughters from a previous relationship (Daisy b. 1983 and Molly b. 1990). His film Basic Instinct 2 won several Razzies at the 2007 ceremony. —Wikipedia

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Chuck Williamson

2May13

"Even Oedipus didn't see his mother coming."

Nikola

25Aug12

I feel people love to hate this movie almost as much as they love to overrate the original. Sharon Stone plays the exact same character in the exact same way, but for some reason, her performance her is ridiculed. I thought Morrissey and Stone do a pretty admirable job, particularly since the script is so damn awful. All in all, it's a stylish, great looking flop that is definitely in my guilty pleasure category.

Matt Burgess

21May12

Would be a INSTANT camp classic if crazy ass Sharon Stone (she's genuinely awesome here) was on screen the entire time and if we weren't subjected to endless scenes of wet blanket David Morrissey wandering around the city and being totally boring. The clear highlight is Stone's breathless monologue, “When you think... about FUCKING me... and I know you do... how do ya picture it... doctor?"

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