Believe it or not, I had never seen Basic Instinct [1992] until now.  

1. “That magna cum laude pussy is frying your brain!” Pretty much every conversation in this movie escalates into a shouting match. Or begins as a shouting match.
2. Jerry Goldsmith’s amazing score is about 99% better than this movie deserves. It as if he seized upon the flimsy Vertigo parallels in the script and just full-tilt went for it. As a result there is scene after scene where the music is doing all the heavy lifting. Take away the score and it’s dullsville. Sharon Stone’s cream-colored Kim Novak/Grace Kelly ensemble, worn during the interrogation scene, is admittedly a very nice touch.
3. The state-of-the-art dot matrix printer being used to print out the “final draft” of the book.

This is a maddening movie. It’s been awhile since I’ve seen a movie that’s so plain obnoxious. It must be so different to watch this movie as a straight man. Basically, it uses every device it can think of to titilate you and pump you up. Showgirls of course does the same thing, but it’s a lot more interesting (and fun) since it utterly fails.

I think the GLBT protests that erupted when this movie came out were hilariously overblown. Really the movie insults all people of every sexual orientation pretty much equally.