Sharon Stone Says That A Producer Wanted Her To Bang A Co-Star So They Could Have Onscreen Chemistry
Sharone Stone’s memoir, The Beauty of Living Twice, is out on March 30, and in it, she talks about all the sexist crap she faced while working in Hollywood. It was only a couple of years ago when Sharon Stone laughed out loud when asked if she, Sharon Stone, had ever experienced sexual harassment in the industry. Now we have details from her throaty guffaw and they are pretty messed up, including Sharon getting tricked into that Basic Instinct coochie-flash moment (which she’s mentioned before) and a producer once telling her to fuck her co-star to better their onscreen chemistry. I see that this producer never heard of a little thing called “acting.” And as for which producer told her that, I’m going to go with the only option, which is: ALL OF THEM.
Vanity Fair has excerpts from Sharon’s memoir, including how that Basic Instinct cooch-flashing moment came to be. Sharon said before that she was never told that her actual bare vulva was going to make an appearance onscreen. Sharon thought it was just going to be implied, and took off her underwear after she was told that it was reflecting the light. In her book, she writes about how she saw the cooch-flashing for the very first time in “a room full of agents and lawyers, most of whom had nothing to do with the project.”
That was how I saw my vagina-shot for the first time, long after I’d been told, “We can’t see anything—I just need you to remove your panties, as the white is reflecting the light, so we know you have panties on.” Yes, there have been many points of view on this topic, but since I’m the one with the vagina in question, let me say: The other points of view are bullshit.
Sharon slapped the director, Paul Verhoeven, across his face, and immediately went to call her lawyer, Marty Singer. Marty let her know that they could fight Paul and the producers and keep the movie from being released. And she gave it some thought.
Marty told me that they could not release this film as it was. That I could get an injunction. First, at that time, this would give the film an X rating. Remember, this was 1992, not now, when we see erect penises on Netflix. And, Marty said, per the Screen Actors Guild, my union, it wasn’t legal to shoot up my dress in this fashion. Whew, I thought.
Well, that was my first thought. Then I thought some more. What if I were the director? What if I had gotten that shot? What if I had gotten it on purpose? Or by accident? What if it just existed? That was a lot to think about. I knew what film I was doing. For heaven’s sake, I fought for that part, and all that time, only this director had stood up for me. I had to find some way to become objective.
Sharon let Paul know what Marty had said and Paul let her know that she didn’t have a choice. After giving it some thought, Sharon decided not to fight it because “it was correct for the film and for the character; and because, after all, I did it.” Sharon also writes that she was 32 when she got cast in Basic Instinct, and since 32 is great-grandma age in Hollywood, she was “aging out of the business I hadn’t really gotten into yet. I needed a break.”
Paul has previously denied tricking Sharon and said that she was only opposed to the scene when she watched it for the first time with her agent and publicist and was afraid it would ruin her career. Sadly, Sharon’s experience while working on Basic Instinct was not the only bullshit she encountered. She writes about another director she worked with who tried to get her to sit on his lap while he gave direction. She didn’t do it, and the movie ended up sucking.
Of course the film was a bomb. The level of insecurity and unprofessionalism, and I would guess drug abuse, required to make those kinds of choices never leads to good work.
And then there was the time that an unnamed producer of an unnamed movie wanted her to sex her unnamed co-star for the sake of chemistry. Sharon had actor approval in her contract but nobody cared about that and they hired an actor who bombed his screentest. Instead of finding a better actor, the trash producer put it on Sharon to fuck a better performance out of him:
I had a producer bring me to his office, where he had malted milk balls in a little milk-carton-type container under his arm with the spout open. He walked back and forth in his office with the balls falling out of the spout and rolling all over the wood floor as he explained to me why I should fuck my costar so that we could have onscreen chemistry. Why, in his day, he made love to Ava Gardner onscreen and it was so sensational! Now just the creepy thought of him in the same room with Ava Gardner gave me pause. Then I realized that she also had to put up with him and pretend that he was in any way interesting.
I watched the chocolate balls rolling around, thinking, You guys insisted on this actor when he couldn’t get one whole scene out in the test.… Now you think if I fuck him, he will become a fine actor? Nobody’s that good in bed. I felt they could have just hired a costar with talent, someone who could deliver a scene and remember his lines. I also felt they could fuck him themselves and leave me out of it. It was my job to act and I said so.
The New York Post adds that some “insiders” think the sleazy producer was the late Robert Evans who produced Sliver and acted alongside Ava Gardner in The Sun Also Rises. Sharon refused to sleep with the actor and said he “did make a few haphazard passes at me in the upcoming weeks, I’m sure spurred on by this genius.”
I am going to buy the shit out of this book. I can’t wait for Sharon to TELL. IT. ALL. I mean this woman has been struck by lightning and somehow I feel like that’s one of her more boring stories.