I will be asking Mr. Mausolem fairly personal questions, but she does mind you being present. My client understands and she agrees I should be present for her. The main doctor plans this right and we should be alone for this. Catherine, I strongly advise you not to contemplate her. So, is this where we're going to do it? It's been 14 years since Sharon Stone flashed her way to fame in a rotting thriller basic instinct. And now she's back as Shady Crime Novelist Catherine Tramel. But this time it's the men and women of London who have to watch their backs. When you say she has a risk addiction, is this condition likely to get worse? All addiction is progressive. The addict will always need to take greater and greater risks. And if other people are hurt or killed as a result of her behaviour, that's not likely to stop her. No, I think the only thing that would stop her. I suspect the only limit for her would be her and earth. The film is Tramel under the scrutiny of Dr. Michael Glass, played by David Marley. A criminal psychologist who's tasked with assessing her following a car crash which left her ex-loved dead and the Novelist herself, fighting in the Thames. But soon the pair are probing each other's minds and various other places as professionalism goes out the window and the body count rises. How do you picture it, Doctor? Oh, I know you can't answer me so just think it. Do you want it straight up? You want it? Me on top? Me on top? One of the more troubled productions of recent years, Stone was suing the movie's producers at one point and apparently ended up in the position where they had to pay her if the film was made or not. It's hard to express how disappointing basic instinct to is. While the original movie may not exactly have been Oscar material, it at least pushed the envelope and had a definite shock factor. This follow-up though is a damn squid, with all the erotic tension of a lawn dret. Director Michael Cate and Jones tries to spice things up with the obligerate sex scenes, but their life was some flat compared to the chemistry Stone enjoyed with Michael Douglas back in 1992. And certainly nothing shocking in this day and age. The car scene game enough, especially David Thoulis, who choose up the scenery as a copper investigating Tramel, and Cate and Jones makes our capital city a vital part of proceedings. But a dire, confusing script and a total lack of eroticism makes basic instinct too, a sequel too far. It's lucky to get one out of five.