I know, I know. We're supposed to write about crime, federalism, 1983 actions and lots of the other high-minded stuff. But I am distracted today. Sharon Stone is back. I confess a weakness for her.
You recall the 1992 film Basic Instinct, don't you? The leggy seductress Catherine Tramell? Crime writer? Murdress? Played, of course, by Ms. Stone. She made Glenn Close in "Fatal Attraction" look like a dowdy schoolmarm.
Basic Instinct 2 hits the screens today. Stone, now 48, is still the femme fatale.
A snotty review in today's New York Times panned the film. Stone can't act. She's lied about plastic surgery. The tale is tawdry. Etc., etc., etc. The instinct to defend arises. The author, Mahnola Dargis, arises in my imagination in the form of an ugly duckling who stole her first and most passionate kiss from a mirror.
I can't help myself. I am vulgar, middle aged, washed up, and destined to see Basic Instinct 2. Stone still smolders. Even at the half-century mark.