Film Review: Basic Instinct 2 - Risk Addiction

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Basic Instinct 2: Risk Addiction (18)
Dir. Michael Caton-Jones

Reviewed by Matt Adcock

Ooh, that’s nice, I like that… I can tell you’re liking it too, admit it, you like to watch don’t you? Actually NO!! Sometimes you just have to be frank, there’s really no way other way of saying this… If you go to see Basic Instinct 2: Risk Addiction, you’re mugging yourself and signing up to see possibly the worst film you’ll ever have the misfortune to witness. There will probably soon be self help groups set up to support people traumatised by going to see it, cinemas could well be handing out leaflets entitled “so you’ve been to see Basic Instinct 2… We’re so sorry but thanks for the cash…suckers”, it really is that bad.
Look, don’t get me wrong, I like a saucy thriller as much as the next Christian film critic (in fact probably quite a lot more than many). I enjoyed the first Basic Instinct a lot - it had a cool sleazy style, a fun ‘did she do it’ plotline and it really delivered in those scenes where it needed to… if you get my drift. Part 2 does nothing of the sort, it’s not thrilling, it’s not exciting and it hasn’t got anything even approaching ‘erotic’ going on – which is surely the only reason anyone would be tempted?
What’s it all about then? Well Sharon ‘no knickers’ Stone returns in her role of the fairly well preserved naughty novelist Catherine Tramell. This time the ‘action’ – and I use the word under advice from my lawyers – takes place in a strangely drab looking London. Psychiatrist Michael Glass (a hapless David Morrissey) falls for her when diagnosing that she suffers from ‘Risk Addiction’. The evidence for this being that she crashed her sports car into the Thames at over 100mph whilst being pleasured by ex footballer Stan Collymore… as you do. Things go downhill from there really, to the point where every scene is unintentionally funny and nobody escapes with any credit from this shambolic stumbling zombie of a sequel.
The good news is that you don’t have to go and see it, in fact if you actually want to have some fun in the cinema this week – I’d check out Alien Autopsy featuring those cheeky rascals Ant and Dec. They have cunningly made the perfect Friday night cinematic treat for conspiracy theory freaks, comedy lovers and sci fi nuts everywhere.

Darkmatt Rating: ö (self harming is more fun...)


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