Many years ago, I went to film school. One of my favorite classes was about censorship. It lit a fire inside me to hold a torch for art to be shown in its most pure form. Of course, the world isn’t always ready or open and accepting to art. True art is meant to challenge us.
I had never considered some of the movies I watched growing up to be as impactful as they were. One of those films was Basic Instinct. Maybe I was too young to understand how this film pushed the envelope in American cinema for more than just shock value. I mean you have this woman and there’s this scene where she is being interrogated. In the midst of that she uncrosses her legs to give the detective a peek under her dress.