A belated sequel that once again stars Sharon Stone as crime writer Catherine Tramell, who uses her cougar-like womanly wiles to fuck with psychoanalyst Michael Glass (David Morrissey), a man whose professional instinct tells him to stay away, but whose cock tells him to go all in (literally). It's a tired scenario that had been explored and done much better many times before.
David Thewlis adds some meagre spice as an antagonistic Scotland Yard Detective, but the character's self-serving machinations are as unsuccessful as everything else - there's nothing and no one to care about in the script.
1½ tourist lighters out of 5
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