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14 years and a $14 million payday after Sharon Stone moneyshot to stardom in the original Basic Instinct, the actress returns to obliterate her signature character in this comatose sequel. Sure, there's some mild camp to savor—namely Stone barking bitter double entendres in a series of increasingly Muppety drag-ball ensembles, her boobs badly 'jobbed, her trademark smirk reduced to a lopsided Botoxed sneer—but mostly this is a dull, surprisingly sexless movie about a lousy shrink (a doughy David Morrissey) with a great office and a curiously unmotivated fixation on Stone, the latter reduced to a supporting role in her own vehicle. Michael Caton-Jones' dour direction doesn't help, comparing unfavorably with Paul Verhoeven's lurid, seamless stewardship of the first film. If Basic Instinct 2 presents us with anything remotely redolent of graceful aging, it's in the person of Charlotte Rampling, who, despite an even more thankless role, could teach Stone a thing or two about sex and death. Grade: Z