Directed by: Paul Verhoeven
Starring: Michael Douglas, Sharon Stone, Jeanne Tripplehorn
I was actually really surprised by how good this movie was. I mean, it’s mostly remembered for all the explicit sex and a couple pretty brutal murder scenes, but underneath that there’s a pretty damn good murder mystery approached in a unique way.
A rock star is killed mid-coitus and the prime suspect is his friend (with benefits), Sharon Stone. She’s an author who wrote a book about a rock star getting killed in that exact way, so obviously she wouldn’t be so dumb as to do it herself… right? The investigating detective (Douglas) finds himself drawn to her, and she uses him as the basis for her next book… which ends with the detective main character being murdered.
There is a LOT of unnecessary sex in this movie, as well as a couple actually character-building or suspenseful sex sequences. What really made it good for me was the mystery aspect, which actually kept me guessing until the literal very last second of the film. I think that’s impressive as hell, and definitely not what I was expecting. Also, Michael Douglas is good as the cop going wild and Sharon Stone puts in probably her best performance ever as the brilliantly forward yet complicated suspect. I recommend it… so long as the boobs and blood won’t get in the way of you enjoying the thing.