Réalisation:
Michael Caton-JonesPhotographie:
Gyula PadosMusique:
John MurphyActeurs·trices:
Sharon Stone, David Morrissey, Charlotte Rampling, David Thewlis, Hugh Dancy, Flora Montgomery, Indira Varma, Heathcote Williams, Terence Harvey (plus)VOD (1)
Résumés(1)
Londres, 14 ans après… Catherine Tramell est à nouveau mêlée à un meurtre mystérieux. Dans le cadre de l’enquête, le docteur Michael Glass, psychiatre réputé, est chargé d’évaluer le danger qu’elle représente. Entre eux, l’attirance est immédiate. Alors que les meurtres frappent de plus en plus près, un face-à-face sans pitié s’engage entre le psychiatre et cette femme aussi séduisante que redoutable… (TF1 Vidéo)
(plus)Critiques (6)
Oubliez tout ce qui rendait le premier Basic Instinct intéressant, original, imprévisible, captivant et sexy, et vous avez Basic Instinct 2. Les génériques d'ouverture irritent, mais tout potentiel du reste du sexe dans le film, et il y en a TRÈS peu et c'est TRÈS limité, est enterré par David Morrissey. Les autres sont dans la même situation - difficile de trouver un casting plus gâché. Même Sharon Stone ne peut rien y faire, sa main vieillie cachant son visage maquillé chaque fois qu'elle tire une cigarette. Le scénario parasite impuissamment les idées du premier film et aboutit à un thriller médiocre dans le style de Les Couleurs de la nuit . Les Razzie Awards vont être distribués ici.
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La première scène est irréprochable. Ensuite, c’est un long moment d’ennui avec une chouette scène ou réplique çà et là. Puis, on a une dose d’ennui supplémentaire et, enfin, une conclusion potable. Nettement moins bon que le premier, mais néanmoins correct.
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I was curious about this film due to the overwhelmingly negative reviews it received. After watching it, I must say it's not nearly as bad as it's made out to be. However, that doesn't mean it's a good film either. Nonetheless, fans of the genre and those who still appreciate Sharon Stone's remaining charm might give it a second star. The problem is that the main draw of this film was supposed to be the fading star, Stone. Unlike other models who have strayed from the runway to the screen, she is capable of delivering a certain level of acting performance. When supported by a good director and quality co-stars, she can even surpass herself, as she demonstrated in Casino or The Muse. Otherwise, she is a completely average actress who excels at self-presentation. Since this sequel brought together a mediocre director with mediocre actors and a mediocre script, the result is a mediocre industrial product suitable for airing on any commercial TV station any time after midnight for chronic insomniacs. Overall impression: 20%.
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The disappointment of the year. This sequel doesn't offer anything new and mostly just descends into a cheap and ordinary replica of the first part. The actors are tragic, with Sharon Stone being a chapter of her own in her age. On the one hand, I admire her courage to take on such a project, but on the other, not even the stunning makeup can save her. The script is a blatant imitation of the first part, and the ending is so stupid that it can’t possibly have been meant seriously. The setting of London is boring, just like the ordinary conversations between the patient (Stone) and the therapist (David Morrissey). There is very little sex (I don't know how much was cut out, maybe the DVD will tell us), and when it does happen, there is hardly any boldness to speak of. Everything follows the standard Hollywood formula, and that's essentially the whole film. A needless sequel, better forget about it or watch the first part instead.
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I haven't seen something this unexpectedly bad in a long time. The first hour of the film dragged on so that it felt like two hours, the second for three, Sharon Stone was almost cheaply awkward and the sexist innuendos she made in every other sentence were boring. I prefer not to even mention the unsympathetic dummy, who was her equal in terms of non-acting. Unfortunately, Michael Caton-Jones couldn't save this spectacular mess, and John Murphy wouldn't have gotten laid without Goldsmith's motif. A totally unnecessary film.
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This was almost torture to watch. Sharon Stone's character in the sequel seems more like a caricature of her role in the first film, and she doesn't have anyone noteworthy to stand against. The problem is that the screenplay essentially tries to be an English copy of the previous film, but neither the screenplay nor the direction has the right touch, failing to create tension. It's really impossible to talk about it being erotic.
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