"If you tilt your head just right, you can see clear to Nebraska."
Oookay.I don't see what the big deal is about Sharon Stone. She looks anoerxic or something, and all she does in this movie is stand around, have an assload of sex, smoke, and flash an occasional vertical smile.
I was in high school when this movie came out, and everyone was clamoring to get in to see it. "You can see everything!"
You can see everything at 2:00 a.m., on HBO, for free. Plus, you have to see Michael Douglas' droopy butt in this, as he bangs away at some girl from behind. You go, Mike.
Basically, this is the movie that sort of revitalized (after movies like Fatal Attraction - again with Michael Douglas - and Sea Of Love) the whole sexual thriller deal. Lotsa sex, violence, and the occasional death. Too bad it's horribly overhyped.
Writer Joe Eszterhas tries to make a movie with twists and turns and enough sex to give you a coronary. Cop falls for heiress who may be a murderer. They have wild sex. Cop lusts after former lover. They have wild sex. And so on.
Textbook, by the numbers, with rough sex thrown in the mix to take your mind from the boredom of it all. If you can't see who the killer is from a mile away, then frankly, you're an idiot. And the way it's written is a cop-out: the answer as to who the killer is could be one of two possible suspects, and by the end of the movie, you couldn't really care anyway. It looks slick, but it's all show.
It's basically a little like Jagged Edge, and there's elements you'll see later on in Eszterhas' Jade. So you've got a writer who's whoring himself even more than his characters do.Now Jeanne Tripplehorn, she's attractive.