September 19 movie: Basic Instinct. I love good trash as much as the next person, but oh lord did this movie stink. It's about a screwed up freak cop who sleeps with his court-appointed psychologist, who's also a screwed up freak -- or is she? Then he finds true love with a screwed up freak ice pick murderer -- or is she? That's the story in a nutshell.
I only watched it to see what all the fuss was about Sharon Stone's coochie, and what a disappointment! Also she has the fakest, most awful looking breasts I've ever seen. They were immobile. Like two hard little tangerines stuck to her chest. Do men really go for that?
I thought of one thing that would have made me like this movie more: near the end when Michael Douglas kills Jeanne Tripplehorn, if her dying words had not been "I love you" but "F*ck you, asshole." That would have made the movie better. Not good enough to be worth watching, but still, better.