There was a time in the late Eighties and early Nineties when you couldn’t move for Michael Douglas’ buttocks. They were everywhere you looked. Bouncing up and down several feet from his shaggy hair-do, and somehow creating box office gold.
Fatal Attraction and Basic Instinct made squillions, and brought a slew of imitators in a genre known as erotic thrillers. Who can forget the ‘highs’ of this genre like Body of Evidence, starring Madonna and a mortified Willem Defoe, or Colour Of Night with Bruce Willis and a terrified Jane March or Sea of Love with Al Pacino and an amused Ellen Barkin – all with variations on theme: sexy women are psychos!
