Embarrassing pop culture confession: I own two copies of “Basic Instinct” on DVD.
I bought the first one a while back, probably for a sale price. It’s the movie and nothing else. Then over the weekend at Best Buy I saw the “special edition,” with commentaries, a making-of documentary, and lots of other stuff. Amusingly, it comes with an icepick-shaped pen that writes with red ink. I had to get it.
My favorite feature of the DVD is a compilation called “Cleaning Up Basic Instinct,” where they show you scenes with naughty words which had to be dubbed over to show the movie on TV – first the original, then the TV version. Showing this sex- and violence-drenched movie on TV seems quite counterproductive, and it’s fun to see how voices clearly not of the original actors were used to cover over the words that network executives think we’re too delicate to hear.
They’ll expect us to watch “Baby Bob,” but we can’t hear “fuck” on TV. And which of those is likely to cause the most long-lasting psychological effects?
There’s nothing more funny than a swearing baby.
That’s pretty funny. One of my favorite TV dubs is The Breakfast Club. “No dad, FLIP YOU!”
I still think the TV version of Showgirls tops all. THe sheer volume of nudity in that film is uneditable, because the movie would be trimmed down to ten minutes. Solution? Draw underwear on the naked people. Not noticible at all. Really.