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Basic Instinct (Special Edition)


Reviewed by: David Litton
Genre: Thriller
Video: 2.35:1 widescreen
Audio: Dolby Surround 2.0, 5.1
Language: English, French
Subtitle: English, French, Spanish
Length: 2 hrs, 9 min
Rating: R
Release Date: 9/18/01
Studio: Artisan Pictures
Commentary: Track with feminist critic Camille Paglia
Documentaries: "Blonde Poison" on the making of the movie
Featurettes: "Cleaning Up Basic Instinct" comparing TV and theatrical
Filmography/Biography: Yes
Interviews: No
Trailers/TV Spots: Yes
Alternate/Deleted Scenes: No
Music Video: No
Other: Storyboard-to-film comparisons, photo gallery, production notes
Cast and Crew: Sharon Stone, Michael Douglas, George Dzundza, Jeanne Tripplehorn
Screenplay by: Written by: Joe Eszterhas
Produced by: Alan Marshall
Directed By: Paul Verhoeven
Music: Jerry Goldsmith
The Review: I'll get over the formalities and cut right to the chase: "Basic Instinct" has some great acting by a wonderful cast, and a conceivably good story, but in the hands of director Paul Verhoeven, who is well-known for his use of style over substance, the mystery and psychological inklings fall increasingly short of suspenseful, leading us up to twist after twist, some of which work, others that founder. His sense of direction is in the right place, but the way in which he takes us where he wants us to go is surprisingly joyless, and without intensity. The film begins, fittingly enough, with a sex scene, in which a former rock star, who is now a prestigious community member in San Francisco, is murdered with an ice pick after intercourse by an unseen blonde woman. This brings detective Nick Curran (Michael Douglas) to the attention of the sultry author Catherine Tramell (Sharon Stone), who was last seen with the murder victim. It also doesn't help that the murder is an exact reenactment of a similar event in one of her novels. At first, Curran seems turned off by Tramell's forthrightness in her testimony of her relationship with the victim, and is certain that a lie detector test that proves her innocent is wrong. But as he begins to dig his nails into clues, he also finds himself mesmerized by her, and by the danger he feels in playing head games with her as she does with him. His life begins to take a nose dive: he begins smoking and drinking again, and becomes so infatuated with Tramell that he becomes even more determined to prove her innocent. So does all of this really work? Some elements do, such as the wonderful acting and sometimes witty dialogue exchanges, but others, such as ambiguous clues and lurid sex scenes, do not. The movie is worth it to see the terrific talents of its cast, but take them out of the equation, and what you have is a skin flick spiced up with a Hollywood makeover. The movie's two main stars are its central attractions, featuring some very effective work from Michael Douglas and Sharon Stone, who play their parts with a wicked wit and devilish fun. Douglas embodies the obsession in his character like a pro, using emotion and body language to confirm Curran's descent into infatuation. Stone steals the show, not only with her provocative figure shots, but with the excellent wit she employs in her dialogue. Exchanges between the two characters are impressive, if not eerie. The murder mystery is intriguing, for the most part. It keeps us waiting until the ending, to let us know the final answer that will solve everything we've been suspecting. Each clue left to us by the story has two different paths, one that points to another possible suspect as the killer, and one that points to the until-now prime suspect Tramell. The final shot answers this question, but lessens the effect of the picture as a whole because we come to realize just how much the movie toys with us, leading us to believe one thing, and then betraying the trust we have put into Tramell. The movie serves little other purpose other than to show off director Verhoeven's virtuoso style as he invites us on a very lurid trip into obsession. He fills the canvas with over-the-top sex scenes, which do little to enhance the effect of the film. There are scenes that work nicely, such as the interrogation scene, in which Tramell coolly shifts in her chair giving the detectives a clean view of her mid-section; the shock on their faces is priceless. But the movie also contains its fair share of gratuitous sex, which comes close to crossing the boundaries of soft and hard-core erotica. This is more of a turn-off, and may even provoke snickers rather than a serious approach. In summation, "Basic Instinct" has all the good parts of a thriller, but the bad parts outweigh them heavily. The acting is stellar, while the central plot is full of mystery. Too bad that Verhoeven trades in a good deal for cheap pornography and an ending that revokes everything we've been lead to believe from the beginning. --
Image and Sound Like any DVD remastering, this one is a winner. Aside from giving the film a deluge of special features, the image and sound quality are as good as any DVD marketed today. Images are sharp and clear, with accurate fleshtones (something this film considers very important) and vibrant colors. There is little noise or artifacts, though some are apparent in darker scenes. The soundtrack, remastered in 5.1 surround, is reserved for the most part, with mainly dialogue and music to fuel it. The music wraps nicely into the surrounds and front channels, while car chases offer up some good deep bass. Dialogue is perfectly centered as well. A fine DVD that exhibits the best in quality. --
The Extras You may laugh at the inclusion of a plastic, ice-pick pen that comes with the special edition DVD of "Basic Instinct," bu the supplemental material is very interesting, and worth checking out, even if you don't find the film too appealing. "Blonde Poison" chronicles the development of the film, as the filmmakers look back on the project and its affect on viewers. From the beginnings of the movie, revisions of the script, to the notorious objection by the gay community on the many characters of the film, the crew discusses the many tribulations that went into the project, and I must say, I came out of this with a higher appreciation for the movie. "Cleaning Up Basic Instinct" is a riot, a humorous look at the edits of many scenes for television viewing. The voice dubbing is horrendous, and even the voices themselves don't match up. A photo gallery serves up some studio stills and behind-the-scenes photos of the production, while the storyboard comparisons show us the imagined sequences as the final cut plays in the corner (interestingly enough, the sex scene's storyboards are devoid of a final cut sequence). A theatrical trailer, production notes, and cast and crew bios are also included, and even a DVD Easter Egg is present; clicking on the ice picks in each menu takes you to screen tests of the individual actors, which are something more DVDs should have. This is one of those few DVDs that makes the movie experience a little better. --
Commentary For this special edition, a commentary by feminist critic Camille Paglia is included. Paglia discusses, in-depth, the many nuances of feminism and male dominance being toppled that go on in the movie; I must say that, after listening to the commentary, I needed a little shot of testosterone myself. The commentary is interesting enough to hear someone else's opinion on the film, but there is a little too much opinionated talk about feminism. Sure, this is the movie's approach, but at least it knows better than to throw it in our faces for the duration of the movie. --
Final Words:

"Basic Instinct" isn't a movie that I did not like; I thought there were some very good things about it, mainly in the acting and the central mystery. As the movie came to a close, I didn't particularly care for the way in which it panned out, but that doesn't keep it from being interesting in most cases. The DVD betters the experience, with material that is intriguing and stays in connection with the source material.


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September 21, 2001