If you're not familiar with Basic Instinct (1992), you have some serious homework to do. But for anyone who might have been in a coma for the whole of the '90s, here goes. Michael Douglas returns to the streets of San Francisco as a cop seeking an ice-pick-wielding murderer. Sharon Stone is the key suspect, and Douglas becomes dangerously enamored of her lethal charms. There's sick sex, lesbianism, crazy car chases, and, of course, Sharon's thigh-parting breakthrough moment. Nobody has ever been this hot and in-your-face as an icy, distant sexpot.