Basic Instinct 2

Morrissey gives a good impersonation of a lobotomised Liam Neeson: possibly the only way to play a character dead from the script upwards.

Poor Sharon Stone. She's still big; it's the erotic thrillers that got small.

This is psychoanalytic fable rewritten as pulp fiction. Perhaps that's why it's so ludicrously entertaining.

As a stand-alone film, this doesn't work; but viewed through the prism of the original, it offers some twisted, self-conscious pleasures.

[A] garish, deliciously awful sequel.

A veritable cold shower of a sequel to 1992's softcore spectacular.

...settles for a downgraded remake of the first film...

Stone appears to have torn a page from the soap-opera textbook of come-hither acting.

Glass is clearly meant to be a morally gray doctor...but that ambiguity and Morrissey's lack of sexual chemistry with Stone (who is vacant in her second go at the character) simply drains the life from this whole enterprise.

This film isn't just bad, it's howlingly bad.