
Basic Instinct 2: Risk Addiction Review
Sylvestor Stallone is returning to salvage some kind of career with "Rocky Balboa," but at least that's a boxing movie. Maybe someday Robert De Niro will return to do a prequel to "The Godfather." Wishful thinking. No one wanted to see Sharon Stone make a comeback with "Basic Instinct 2: Risk Addiction." While the movie was somehow green lighted, created and released to theaters, at least no one went to watch it. A few curious people like myself, however, may pick it up on DVD and discover just how truly bad the film is.
Whereas the original was stapled with Michael Douglas as the horny yet intriguing cop, the male protagonist in this film is played by the rather bland David Morrissey, although no one can really blame him for not caring. Countered against the plastic-surgeried (sic) Stone, who is as horny and manipulative as ever, the pairing makes for an odd and uninspiring match, of whom we care for neither.
Morrissey plays a psychiatrist assigned to assess the mental status of the sexy novelist who accidentally killed a man who was giving her an orgasm while driving at 100 miles per hour down a city street. The woman clearly has issues, but she is freed of charges anyway - but Morrissey continues to press into her mind. And body as well. As the dangerous woman continues to manipulate him, he finds his world spinning out of control... and that's about as far as I got before I lost interest.
"Basic Instinct 2" suffers from a lousy script and a lousy overall concept, which was clearly written for Stone to simply play a manipulative bitch and show off her goods anyway she can. The characters aren't interesting, the plot is a tangled mess, and it's a sequel that no one wanted to begin with. The first one was mildly entertaining and modestly intelligent, to a degree, but this new one is just so blatant on every level that it leaves nothing to the imagination. Morrissey is the good guy, Stone is the bad guy, and yet you know who is going to prevail...
"Basic Instinct 2," while not a complete disaster, is a waste of time, even for college frat guys looking for lots of naked breasts.
Review by Erik Samdahl.