Along with Total Recall (1990) and Sliver (1993), Basic Instinct (1992) was one of the 90s movies that skyrocketed actress Sharon Stone to fame. Directed by Dutch 'migr' to Hollywood Paul Verhoeven (Starship Troopers) and co-starring Michael Douglas ' another star with a name synonymous with that period ' Basic Instinct was a glossy psychosexual thriller and a massive hit. Sex and the femme fatale hadn't been revived this well in commercial film since the 1940s. The sequel to Basic Instinct had been a long time coming with various star's and director's names bandied about as attached to it for years. It is here finally with Ms Stone back in the hot seat playing femme fatale author, Catherine Tramell, and solid state Scottish director Michael Caton-Jones (Scandal, This Boy's Life) chosen to 'make it happen'. Gone is drawcard Douglas who has clearly moved on from his 90s psycho-chick (add Fatal Attraction and Disclosure to Basic Instinct). He is replaced by new face David Morrissey (Derailed), the English actor given the formidable task of facing off against Stone, one of the most iconic faces ' and figures - in recent cinema. Now relocated from San Francisco to London we meet crime writer Catherine Tramell as she is up to her usual sexual high jinks, this time doing her 'research' in a speeding car with a drug-addled soccer star at her side. Her passenger ' and lover ' is killed in the crash, and surprise, surprise, Catherine is once again under suspicion from the law, targeted by dodgy cop Roy Washburn (Naked's David Thewlis). Referred to court psychiatrist Dr. Michael Glass (Morrissey), Catherine sets about seducing him with the mind games that made her famous in Basic Instinct. As the body count inexplicably rises around him Dr. Glass becomes fixated on Catherine; her guilt or her innocence, and of course her sexy body' Basic Instinct 2 is an expensive exercise in B-grade filmmaking. It is a glossy production shot in some of the most architecturally modern buildings and spaces in London, giving cinema-sweetheart-city New York a run for its money. The first half sets up the characters and oncoming mystery well. It is very playful, making the occasional reference to the incredibly successful original that cemented Stone, her famous 'flash' and uber-femme fatale character into pop culture notoriety and movie history. However the film soon lapses from its promising beginning, becoming increasingly stupid, especially in the second half. The script is unable to sustain the high camp approach for very long, nor the thriller aspect, with Stone taking her pathologically nasty, sex-addicted character to Olympic and at times ridiculous heights. But admittedly that is part of the fun ' Stone gets all the killer lines and never falters from this exaggerated character. But Morrissey is absolutely no match for her, coming off as a poor man's Clive Owen. Whether or not the script is up to snuff, (ie the crazy-melodramatic, sexually explicit benchmark Joe Esterhaz set with the original) the key to the success of BI2 film was always going to be the balance between Stone and her male co-star. Much screen time is given to Morrissey's character and he isn't really up to the challenge. His performance is wooden: the RADA-trained actor appears to be gripped by fear, probably at the realisation that this trashy number is going to be on his CV forever. Perhaps it wasn't the career-making movie he thought it was going to be' Basic Instinct 2 is nowhere near as accomplished as the first and it was never going to be. But like Hollywood B-Movies The Color of Night starring another mega-star Bruce Willis, I was seduced by Basic Instinct 2 - just as Catherine Tramell would have it'