Film

Basic Instinct

Name: Basic Instinct
Genre: Thriller, Mystery
Released: 1992
Cast: Michael Douglas, Sharon Stone, George Dzundza, Jeanne Tripplehorn, Denis Arndt

Paul Verhoeven's slick, preposterous, unapologetically sleazy thriller about a detective who can't tell if the icy novelist he's falling for is a killer or just enjoys watching him squander every ounce of judgement he has. It's less a mystery than a dare — gorgeous, cold, and entirely aware of its own trashiness. Great for anyone who wants style over subtlety and doesn't mind a plot that exists mainly to justify its interrogation scene.

TMDb rating

7.0

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