One of the stories making the rounds of the blogosphere concerns the tanking ofBasic Instinct 2 and Paul Verhoeven's assessment of who is to blame.
Anything that is erotic has been banned in the United States. Look at the people at the top. We are living under a government that is constantly hammering out Christian values. And Christianity and sex have never been good friends.
Nicholas Meyer chimes in as well.
We're in a big puritanical mode. Now, it's like the McCarthy era, except it's not 'Are you a communist?' but 'Have you ever put sex in a movie?
Please.
Let's take a look at our supposedly sexually oppressed, Puritanical culture.
So, if we aren't all puritans, then why have big budget Hollywood erotic thrillers bit the dust?
Could it be that they're all full of crap, and we can see better work on cable, or for free on the internet?
Let's take a look and see, shall we. The neat thing is that we need go no further than the article we're already talking about. Here again is Mr. Verhoeven:
I like erotic thrillers. But in the last 10 years, I haven't found any scripts that interested me.
Okay, I can.
It gets worse. The other one stars Ace Ventura himself, Jim Carrey. The thought of a naked Jim Carrey making love to a beautiful woman is enough to drive me to embrace celibacy for a decade or so.
The bottom line on Basic Instinct is this; in the original, we, along with Michael Douglas, didn't know whether Ms. Trammel was a killer or not. Along with the sex, there was a mystery. Yeah, we were pretty sure she did it, but the movie toyed with us just as she toyed with Douglas. However, at the end of the movie, we find out for certain that she i a killer, and the mystery is over. Now 2 decades later, they make a sequel where there's no mystery, only the sex, and while Sharon Stone is still a durn good looking woman, that's not enough to carry a movie as lame as this one.
However, we'll never hear Hollywood admit this; it's much easier to blame a "puritannical public" than it is to actually admit you made a crappy movie.
I first learned of Dale Chihuly through Ben, an artist friend of my ex wife. He had taped a special on the artist, and we watched it one night over at his house.
Chihuly turns glass into living, breathing sculptures of light and fantasy.

Entry to one of his studios.
Another ceiling installation.
I'm not much of a fan of most modern art; it leaves me cold. I don't know the vocabulary, and too many of today's artists feel insulted if you expect them to provide a glossary. Chihuly makes pieces that grab your eye, and bring you inside the art; he stil,subscribes to the old school, that art is about beauty.
I can get into that.
Take a stroll through his site, and see just how soft and warm cold, hard, glass can be when shaped by a master.