Released in 1992, the first Basic Instinct was a glossy, disposable piece of erotic-thriller trash that combined sex, death and stupidity. San Francisco cop Michael Douglas had to figure out if bad-girl novelist Sharon Stone was next in line for a killer's wrath – or if she was dispensing it. Directed by Paul Verhoeven and written by then-hot screenwriter Joe Eszterhaz, Basic Instinct was pilloried by gay and lesbian activists and roundly mocked by critics; it also made a not-unhealthy $117 million in the US alone. …

So, 14 years later, we get a sequel, which has the stupidity and comes short on the sex and death. Stone is back, but not Douglas; director Verhoeven has been replaced by Michael Caton-Jones (The Jackal, Rob Roy) and the script is not from Esterhaz but from the husband-and-wife duo of Leora Barish and Henry Bean. The action's moved from San Francisco, as well; Basic Instinct 2 starts in the streets of London, where Stone's Catherine Tramell is racing through the streets with footballer Kevin Franks (Stan Collymore) in the passenger seat, his hands all over what can be only called 'the swimsuit area,' when the car goes off the road and into the Thames. You might say the movie goes with them.
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