Time: 123 mins.
Genre: Erotic Thriller
Academy Award nominations for Best Film Editing and Best Score.
SYNOPSIS: Novelist Catherine Tramell snares San Francisco detective Nick Curran with her insatiable sexual appetite during the investigation of her boyfriend's murder. Tramell is the prime suspect, but the plot twists and turns until Curran is trapped in a dangerous cycle of dead ends and unsolved murders.
BOTTOM LINE: Never before has a film been so full of sound and fury signifying nothing. Of course, with Verhoeven behind the camera and Eszterhaus behind the typewriter, one expects nothing more. They are the kings of kinky, violent sex flicks that are full of style and lacking artistic merit.
The only reason this mediocre murder mystery made as much money as it did was all due to Sharon Stone's infamous leg-crossing scene. It was so brazen and shocking she tried to cry foul afterwards when the public showed its disgust however, I just don't buy her innocent act considering the number of nude pics she has floating around.
She wanted her day in the sun and that one moment made her an instant household name. It also perked up this hackneyed and confusing thriller. Douglas plays a detective trying to solve a brutal murder practically copied verbatim from a novel Stone's character wrote. Stone knows the victim, so Douglas must discover who, if not Stone, is the real killer.
There's a number of useless subplots and lots of kinky sex encountered along the way. Stone and Douglas have real chemistry and are the only reason to watch this film. With or without the infamous shot, this is one of Stone's best performances. She gives a star-making turn despite the noxious plot. A thriller with bite, but not much sense.