This 1995 western stars Sharon Stone as a woman gunslinger out for revenge for the man that killed her father when she was a child. A great cast with Gene Hackman, Russell Crowe, and a young Leonardo DiCaprio. Miss Stone does give us a quick peek at her famous boobs! In HD!

Perhaps one of the most influential suspense flicks of all time, Basic Instinct almost single-handedly birthed the erotic thriller genre with its nearly incomparable pairing of energetic simulated sex and genuine suspense. In the hands of Nordic director Paul Verhoeven, at the time a master of ultra-violence and kink in his homeland and making waves in the U.S. with pictures like Robocop and Total Recall, the movie doesn't flinch as it chronicles the clash between tough cop Nick Curran (Michael Douglas) and the iconic femme fatale Catherine Trammal (statuesque Sharon Stone). Trammal is sultry and dangerous, a brash novelist suspected of the gruesome murder of a rockstar fling she'd been bedding. Nick is a divorced detective with a history of substance abuse that is attracted to the darker side of life. As Nick works the case, he finds himself drawn more and more into Catherine's web of seduction, much to the ire of his ex-wife and current shrink played by the always reliable (and very beautiful) Jeanne Tripplehorn. Soon, however, Trammal's bisexual plaything Roxy (a blonde and feline Leilani Sarelle) turns up dead (along with a number of Nick's co-workers) and the game of chess between the pair seems to transform into something more "real." Instead of spider and fly, the pair evolve into a pair of vipers, with each simultaneously needing to show vulnerabilities, but truly afraid to do so.

The sexual, aggressive and dependant dynamic between Nick and Catherine is a balancing act requiring expert precision and grace, and all are skillfully maintained by Joe Eszterhas's fine script, Verhoeven's impeccable direction and two thrilling performances by Douglas and, in particular, Sharon Stone. In her star-making performance, Stone isn't simply just easy-on-the-eyes, she's positively arresting. And it's not just because she bares all either, although the impressive amount of nudity from the actress goes a long way in portraying Trammal as fearless. Rather it's Stone's embodiment of the character, the way she moves, observes the world around her and speaks as if just daring anyone to try to get a rise out of her. Trammal at times appears so much the puppet master of all the proceedings that it's almost as if she is daring the audience too. "Go ahead," she might say between drags off a long cigarette in a police interrogation room, "just try to guess the way this is going to end." And then she would uncross her legs and command everyone's attention momentarily as it's revealed she's not wearing any underwear. Such a show of sexual confidence isn't just shocking, it's straight-up distracting. Trammal knows this and both those pursue her, and those in the audience are caught up in her power. Plot becomes secondary as we, like Nick, just want to see what this woman might do next.

Indeed, Basic Instinct's plot takes some hairpin turns sharper than those on display in its thrilling Pacific Coast highway chase sequence, and while some feel unnatural and ill-motivated, all seem to make enough sense by the time the final, surprising frames play out. As a result, the movie more deserves to sit alongside several Hitchock thrillers than it does the various knock-offs that crowded video store shelves shortly after the its box office receipts were calculated. Simply put, Basic Instinct with its brisk pacing, crisp shooting by Die Hard cinematographer - and later Speed director - Jan de Bont, and tremendous, grand music score by the great Jerry Goldsmith is much more a cousin of Frenzy or Psycho than it is Body Chemistry and its ilk. It's a near classic suspense tale that is unafraid of, to borrow a phrase from Pat Benetar, using sex as a weapon. And while some revile the movie for its numerous (and occasionally gratuitous) sex scenes, most see them as essential to the overall effectiveness of the movie as the lighting or sound. Basic Instinct isn't just a murder mystery with thrilling overtones, it's a challenge for audiences to accept sex as easily as they do murder, and lo these many years after it was released, it still manages to raise the ire of first-time viewers unprepared for such a test. Now on Blu-ray!!!

This Martin Scorsese classic, set in the early days of Las Vegas features an Oscar nominated performance by Sharon Stone, who lets her nips peek from a low-cut top in one scene, and lounges around in bra and panties in another. Also, Millicent Sheridan shows her ass and some sideboob.

"Rocky" co-star Carl Weathers takes a solo turn as tough Detroit cop Jericho "Action" Jackson in this hit thriller, taking on a corrupt auto tycoon who has him framed for murder. Craig T. Nelson, Vanity, Sharon Stone also star.

Basic Instinct 2: Risk Addiction (HD) Sharon Stone is back as Catherine Tremmell and she is equipped with new boobs that look better than ever! You will enjoy the scene of Sharon sitting reverse cowgirl on a chair telling her ex-boyfriend that she fantasizes about him when she fingers herself and when she is cumming. Sharon Stone starts the movie out by licking her drunk boyfriend's fingers (different boyfriend) then putting his fingers in her pussy and moving his hand in and out of her, until she comes on his fist. This is really a very sexy sequel that should have gotten more credit.

Sliver (HD) Many people know Sharon Stone from Basic Instinct but not me; I fell in love with when I saw Sliver. The last scene where William Baldwin is doing her from behind while she watches all the screens was very erotic for the day and Sharon was prime sexual realestate when she was in her 20's. I liked this movie and if you are a Sharon Stone fan you will love these clips of her in HD!

Perhaps one of the most influential suspense flicks of all time, Basic Instinct almost single-handedly birthed the erotic thriller genre with its nearly incomparable pairing of energetic simulated sex and genuine suspense. In the hands of Nordic director Paul Verhoeven, at the time a master of ultra-violence and kink in his homeland and making waves in the U.S. with pictures like Robocop and Total Recall, the movie doesn't flinch as it chronicles the clash between tough cop Nick Curran (Michael Douglas) and the iconic femme fatale Catherine Trammal (statuesque Sharon Stone). Trammal is sultry and dangerous, a brash novelist suspected of the gruesome murder of a rockstar fling she'd been bedding. Nick is a divorced detective with a history of substance abuse that is attracted to the darker side of life. As Nick works the case, he finds himself drawn more and more into Catherine's web of seduction, much to the ire of his ex-wife and current shrink played by the always reliable (and very beautiful) Jeanne Tripplehorn. Soon, however, Trammal's bisexual plaything Roxy (a blonde and feline Leilani Sarelle) turns up dead (along with a number of Nick's co-workers) and the game of chess between the pair seems to transform into something more "real." Instead of spider and fly, the pair evolve into a pair of vipers, with each simultaneously needing to show vulnerabilities, but truly afraid to do so.

The sexual, aggressive and dependant dynamic between Nick and Catherine is a balancing act requiring expert precision and grace, and all are skillfully maintained by Joe Eszterhas's fine script, Verhoeven's impeccable direction and two thrilling performances by Douglas and, in particular, Sharon Stone. In her star-making performance, Stone isn't simply just easy-on-the-eyes, she's positively arresting. And it's not just because she bares all either, although the impressive amount of nudity from the actress goes a long way in portraying Trammal as fearless. Rather it's Stone's embodiment of the character, the way she moves, observes the world around her and speaks as if just daring anyone to try to get a rise out of her. Trammal at times appears so much the puppet master of all the proceedings that it's almost as if she is daring the audience too. "Go ahead," she might say between drags off a long cigarette in a police interrogation room, "just try to guess the way this is going to end." And then she would uncross her legs and command everyone's attention momentarily as it's revealed she's not wearing any underwear. Such a show of sexual confidence isn't just shocking, it's straight-up distracting. Trammal knows this and both those pursue her, and those in the audience are caught up in her power. Plot becomes secondary as we, like Nick, just want to see what this woman might do next.

Indeed, Basic Instinct's plot takes some hairpin turns sharper than those on display in its thrilling Pacific Coast highway chase sequence, and while some feel unnatural and ill-motivated, all seem to make enough sense by the time the final, surprising frames play out. As a result, the movie more deserves to sit alongside several Hitchock thrillers than it does the various knock-offs that crowded video store shelves shortly after the its box office receipts were calculated. Simply put, Basic Instinct with its brisk pacing, crisp shooting by Die Hard cinematographer - and later Speed director - Jan de Bont, and tremendous, grand music score by the great Jerry Goldsmith is much more a cousin of Frenzy or Psycho than it is Body Chemistry and its ilk. It's a near classic suspense tale that is unafraid of, to borrow a phrase from Pat Benetar, using sex as a weapon. And while some revile the movie for its numerous (and occasionally gratuitous) sex scenes, most see them as essential to the overall effectiveness of the movie as the lighting or sound. Basic Instinct isn't just a murder mystery with thrilling overtones, it's a challenge for audiences to accept sex as easily as they do murder, and lo these many years after it was released, it still manages to raise the ire of first-time viewers unprepared for such a test.

Bloated Hollywood egos and 1980s excess are personified in director Charles Shyer's industry-mocking yet heartfelt comedy starring a very young Drew Barrymore as 9-year-old Casey Brodsky, who pursues a divorce from her famous, self-centered and oblivious screenwriter parents, Albert (Ryan O'Neal) and Lucy (Shelley Long). Sharon Stone delivers a melodramatic portrayal of Albert's equally greedy and selfish girlfriend, Blake.