Film

Instinct

Name: Instinct
Genre: Drama, Thriller
Released: 1999
Cast: Anthony Hopkins, Cuba Gooding Jr., Donald Sutherland, Maura Tierney, George Dzundza

Drama
Mystery
Crime
Very dark

Anthony Hopkins plays a disgraced anthropologist locked in a psychiatric prison, his mind fractured by years in the African wilderness. Cuba Gooding Jr. is the ambitious psychiatrist determined to unlock his secrets. It's a tense, philosophical thriller that asks whether civilization or savagery is the real sickness—anchored by two magnetic performances and a script that trusts you to think.

TMDb rating

3.3

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