Cami and I were actually excited to see Cold Creek Manor this weekend, but if its 5th place showing at the box office was any indication, the rest of the nation figured out its horrible secret just like we did.
The previews for this movie made it look like a classic haunted house story – which I’m always up for. Poltergeist, for example, is one of my favorite movies.
Instead, after reading several reviews, the plot was revealed to be some kind of country bumpkin vs. city slicker stalker fantasy in the vein of Cape Fear.
I’ll buy Dennis Quaid and Sharon Stone as the beleaguered gothamites. But casting Stephen Dorff as the backwoods tormentor is laughable. That guy is L.A. to the bone. I guess they cast Juliette Lewis as his white trash girlfriend – but hasn’t she covered this territory before in movies like Natural Born Killers and, well Cape Fear?
I don’t know if there would have been as big a backlash if the producers of the film simply fessed up and cut the trailer that represented the movie they made. But I guess Hollywood thinks they can still pull the wool over our eyes.
What the hell happened to Mike Figgis? Back when he directed Leaving Las Vegas, people were holding him up as the next best thing. That was a great movie, and he comes back with this crap?
Dennis Quaid will survive. He still has momentum from The Rookie and an excellent turn in Far From Heaven.
Sharon Stone? Four years after The Muse and Gloria, she still can’t pick a lead role to save her life. Here’s hoping her supporting performance in the forthcoming Catwoman will treat us to the icy sex queen we come to know and love.
When I started to put together today’s strip, it was much more complicated than it needed to be. Originally Cami was going to be lecturing Jared AND Jimmy. Tom was supposed to walk through the background of the last panel and deliver the punchline. There was much more anti-Sharon Stone commentary from Cami. There wasn’t one punchline, there was three. Each one threw a spin on the one before. It was a convoluted mess.
Thankfully, I was able to bounce a few ideas off Cami and we were able to parse things down to it’s core – which is essentially the insecurity of women.
I don’t pretend to have some profound understanding of the opposite sex. So it’s very handy to have a woman with whom you share your life to tell you, "That joke is out of bounds" or "I think you’re bordering on misogyny with that one." Saves me the trouble of sitting through a lot of boring litigation.
Basic Instinct 2 comes out today and just the thought of it acerbates me to no end. In my mind, it is nothing more than a soapbox for Sharon Stone to say "I’m in my 40’s and I’m sexy! I can do a nude scene and you can’t stop me!"
Not that a woman in her 40’s doesn’t have a right to be sexy. Sex it up! Be as sexy as you please! I insist!
No, what draws my ire is that this becomes a topic of media facination like it’s going completely against the laws of nature. "Maddona turns 40!" "Teri Hatcher is 40 and fabulous!"
And then along comes Sharon Stone. An actress who, despite protest, really never had very much going for her except her looks. I’m speaking in regard to her professional accomplishments. Since the original Basic Instinct, she’s been cast as the sex object. A shame, since I’ve read she’s a lot smarter than she lets on.
But agreeing to Basic Instinct 2 nearly 14 years after the original and proceed to tell anyone who will listen, "Yes, I will be nude in the movie and isn’t that AMAZING?!" comes off as the most desperate, self-promotional ego-trip I can imagine. It’s more than a little sad.
I’ve read commentary about Stone that she’s one of the last great movie stars we have. She’s overtly aware that it is her job to be a glamorous, iconic personality and to live larger than life. Maybe that’s true. But, not to be mean, her star is fading. If forced to watch Basic Instinct 2, I don’t think I could be objective enough to sit there and think "This is supposed to be sexy." Instead, I’m sure all I could think of would be "This is a political statement." The last desperate gasp from an actress facing the impending embargo against employing "women of a certain age" in Hollywood who get by mostly on looks. A big middle finger to the establishment that dictates not everyone can have a career like Judi Dench.