His 'girlfriends' have bruises to think about before worrying about their trashed egos. You can tell it's love at first sight when he encounters the terminally game Olga, driving her daddy' Rolls-Royce. Within a half hour, Eric's gotten himself into a painful, There's Something About Mary situation with a certain body part and a zipper, and managed to crash the car too. The plot is almost as thin as Love Story 's. The hero is left at the fadeout with a statue and a wig.
Content here is provided by the physical relationship in front of the camera.
Forget about Sharon Stone parting her legs, which is as rough as Paul Verhoeven could get in America. The actors in this film are truly daring. Whether it's her open face or slightly toothy smile, you care intensely about her. Rutger Hauer is good as always, but we never quite warm up to him, even if we quietly admire his brand of bohemian anarchy. Verhoeven also uses a partial flashback device, which comes off as as confusingly off-putting for a few minutes.