
Fortunately the film picks up in the second half. The relationship between the two leads takes an interesting turn as the two souls entwine and eventually being marooned in the cesspool of espionage and simmering sexual craving. The buzz surrounding this film is all about the overt, kinky sex sequences which, to my surprise, are extremely well directed and "choreographed" (they're really pushing the envelop in terms of gymnastic sexual positions and putting karmasutra to shame. There's no telling where Mr Yee's limbs begin and Mrs Mai's end, no kidding). We see two people wrestle and battle with their inner demons, vie for dominance in the physical and emotional levels of being, and tread a fine line between love and hate, loyalty and betrayal, luscious intoxication and maddening sober. The distortion of moral and ethic principles by the sheer gravity of lust underpins the absurdity of human conditions and the ambiguity of human experience. My applause to Ang Lee. Tong Leung's performance is very uneven, most of the time marred by his unconvincing Putonghua accent and a small repertoire of expressions. His character is also in desperate need of more screen time off the bed. If you ask me, he has a very narrow range. Lee-Hom Wang is just bad casting, pure and simple. Wei Tang is a bit stiff at times, but overall she's adequate and shows some promise. If only had Ang Lee cut the first half 30 minutes shorter, portrayed wartime China in greater details and developed the two leading characters more fully, "Lust, Caution" could have been another bullet to his impressive resume. It keeps me wondering: What would Wong Kai Wei have done differently?
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