Jumps We Love, No. 2 in a series

All of us here at Read Your Blog, Shelby! have neglected to mention our field trip to see Basic Instinct 2 last Sunday afternoon at the Loews Village VII. And perhaps that's because we're all still in something like septic shock since we watched The Divine Miss Sharon Stone vamp and camp her way through two hours of a rather engrossing eroti-thriller (oh, who knows if it's a real word...it's BLOW!n and that's all that matters) that tanked at the box office. The Cabinet has a long history of outings to see crappy flicks with big-name stars, real gems like Swept Away, Twisted, Soul Plane, Gigli, Alone in the Dark, Catwoman, and My Boss' Daughter. (Wow...we should be proud.)

The words 'glee' and 'elation' don't quite describe our reaction to a movie that lets Sharon Stone purr about characters named Dickie Papp, straddle a chair while trying to seduce her psychologist, or use the declarative 'I'm going to go take a jacuzzi' as a verbal come-on. It would be something more like 'thankful,' because year after year, Sharon BLOW!s it into a class of her own -- and the lady looks fucking hot, to boot. Who else could throw heaps of fundraising money for AIDS research while also cringing at the side of her newspaper magnate husband as he's being bitten in the foot by a komodo dragon? Who else could look so glamorous while nursing a brain tumor? (The only thing funny about that situation, by the way, is the incongruity.) Who else could command a $14 million salary for basically just running around like she's in a bad true-crime TV movie?

Nobody, which is why we give Sharon our undivided attention each time she re-enters our world. We love you, Sharon! We want you to LIVE!