Let’s get physical.
Olivia Newton-John’s musical plea could provide the background music to this steamy, still-notorious 1992 crime thriller.
Back then, the film took considerable heat from gay rights activists, with many a skeazy story written about Sharon Stone’s shifting thighs — and what lay between them.
Three decades later, the tale of obsessive cop Michael Douglas chasing a writer fond of playing games (and maybe knifing dudes) is still problematic, and still holds up pretty well as an intriguing descent into a murky playground of death ‘n sex.
It’s a period piece, maybe, but one which still has a nasty kick.