Michael Douglas
Sharon Stone
George Dzundza
Jeanne Tripplehorn
Denis Arndt
Leilani Sarelle
Bruce A. Young
Chelcie Ross
Dorothy Malone
Wayne Knight

Paul Verhoeven



Time: 123 mins.
Rating: R
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 much in the way of a comprehensible plot or 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. Granted there's a big difference between boobs and this money shot, but it was totally believable for this character and she sold it marvelously. It perked up this hackneyed and confusing thriller. This was one woman you do not want to mess with. She will do anything to be in control...and clearly enjoys screwing with him, mentally and physically.

Douglas is drawn into her web, playing the lead detective trying to solve a brutal murder copied verbatim from a novel Stone's character wrote. Stone knows the victim, so the police target her as the prime suspect. Of course, she'd have to be pretty stupid to use her own words as a road map to murder. Douglas has the thankless task of discovering who, if not Stone, is the real killer.

There's a number of useless subplots and lots of kinky sexual encounters along the way. If he does believe she's the killer he's got a pretty warped sex drive to choose to get naked with someone who could end his life. That is however, how these gentlemen role.This would not work at all if Stone and Douglas didn't have such amazing chemistry. Their scenes in and out of the bedroom 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, which leaves you guessing until the end. A thriller with bite, but not much sense.

"Killing isn't like smoking. You can stop."

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