Basic Instinct 2

Retire tudo o que tornou o primeiro Instinto Fatal interessante, original, imprevisível, de suspense e sexy, e terá Instinto Fatal 2. Os créditos de abertura provocam, mas qualquer potencial para outro sexo no filme, e esse é MUITO pequeno e MUITO abreviado, é enterrado por David Morrissey. E o resto do elenco é igualmente mau - seria difícil encontrar um filme mais estragado para o casting. Nem mesmo Sharon Stone, cuja mão envelhecida cobre a sua pequena cara maquilhada cada vez que fuma um cigarro, pode salvá-lo. O argumento parasita desamparadamente nas ideias do primeiro filme e resulta num thriller abaixo da média, ao estilo de A Cor da Noite. É aqui que as Framboesas de Ouro serão outorgadas. (05/04/2006)

I was curious about this film, mainly because of the significantly negative feedback surrounding it. After watching it, I must say that it is not nearly as bad. However, I'm not claiming that it's a good film. Nevertheless, a fan of the genre and still respectable charms of Stone can give it a second star. The problem is that the fading star Stone was supposed to be the main draw of this film. Unlike other models who drifted from the runway to the camera, she is capable of delivering a certain acting performance and where she can rely on a good director and quality co-stars, she can even surpass herself, as she proved in Casino or in Muse. Otherwise, she is just an average actress who excels in self-presentation. In Czech terms, she can be compared to Kateřina Brožová, and in this comparison, Brožová would probably come out victorious, as she, after all, performs in the theater (I really wouldn't believe Sharon on the theatrical stage). Because the sequel brought together a run-of-the-mill director with run-of-the-mill actors and an average screenplay, the result is a run-of-the-mill industrial product suitable for broadcast on any commercial television station anytime after midnight for insomniacs. Overall impression: 20%. (19/07/2006)

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. (13/04/2006)

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. (07/10/2012)

This is almost painful to watch. Sharon Stone is more like a caricature of her character from the first film, and she doesn't have anyone worthy of mention to go against. The problem is that the screenplay tries to be basically an English copy of the previous film, but neither the screenplay nor the direction have the right touch and can't create any tension. It can't really be said that it is erotic. (17/03/2015)