One of the most infamous movies of the 1990s -- directed by the ironic sleazebag Paul Verhoeven and written by the unironic sleazebag Joe Eszterhas -- was "Basic Instinct," which starred Sharon Stone and Michael Douglas and inexplicably grossed over $350 million at the box office.

I've never seen it, although I'm familiar with the salacious, very R-rated leg-crossing scene involving Stone -- which has become part of our shared cinematic language, for worse or for even worse.

I'm also familiar with the plot, inasmuch as one exists: Stone's character is a trashy crime novelist whose lover mysteriously meets the same fate of the victim in her most recent bestseller. The question is, does this make her the prime suspect in the killing?

I cannot avouch for knowing James Comey's streaming habits, so I'm unsure whether or not the guy has watched anything more than the leg-crossing scene in "Basic Instinct." (He's enough of a creep that I'm willing to go that far, however.)