I was probably the only person around who hadn’t seen this film before. It’s exactly what I expected and somewhat less. The film is Michael Douglas and Sharon Stone acting on their most carnal desires for sex and violence set against the backdrop of a whodunit with the flavor of film noir. What does that mean? Sex, eroticism, some killings, manipulation, and a spider woman along the lines of Kathleen Turner in Body Heat and Linda Fiorentino in The Last Seduction.
Douglas plays a cop who is investigating a murder of a man by a blonde with an icepick. Soon an author played by Sharon shows up on the radar and begins to manipulate Douglas like Hannibal Lecter with tits. The story goes from there with a few to many false climaxes and twists that you become desensitized by the time the ending comes around.
The real problem with this film is the same problem with almost every Paul Verhoeven film. It’s a good setup, good actors, good directing, but it just doesn’t take it that extra step in order to be great. Instead Verhoeven keeps a safe distance and settles for Hollywood slick rather than depth.
Therefore, we get what we always get with Verhoeven. A guilty pleasure that could have been more.