By Alan Scherstuhl
By Charles Taylor
By Melissa Anderson
By Inkoo Kang
By Amy Nicholson
By Sam Weisberg
By Stephanie Zacharek
By Chuck Wilson
Based on a 54-page short story that Eileen Chang started writing in the 1950s and finished in the '70s, Ang Lee's latest foray into forbidden love is as monotonous and disaffecting as Brokeback Mountain was gripping and immediate. It will be best known as the film for which Lee received the NC-17 rating, but its sex scenes are no more provocative or enlightening than those on HBO's Tell Me You Love Me. (In both cases, it's amazing how something so cold is expected to generate so much heat.)
Set in Japanese-occupied Shanghai during the early to mid-1940s, Lust, Caution is a beautifully shot and painfully prolonged soap opera in which a Chinese actress with a patriotic theater troupe (Wang Chia-chih, played by Tang Wei) is enlisted to kill the head of the secret police (Mr. Yee, played by Tony Leung), who is collaborating with the Japanese. Several years after the plot initially goes awrythe wrong people were killed Wang once more ingratiates herself into the Yee household, where she begins a torrid, often violent affair with Mr. Yee, for whom there's a fine line between romance and rape.
What Chang wrote about eloquently and succinctlyhow easily the most noble intentions can be corrupted by love, or at least the promise and smell of itLee and his writers lose in translation. They're so enamored of the detailsa mahjong game that lasts forever, during which things are suggested and hinted at and drooled overthat they often lose sight of their leads, whose relationship is all but buried till 105 minutes into a movie better boiled down to half its running time.
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