Lust, Caution is well titled. If you go for the NC-17 lust, make yourself comfortable because the build-up outweighs the slow-to-arrive albeit hot climax. Whatever, this superbly accomplished film immerses us in a foreign and bygone world, one timeless in its passions (yes, its lust), jealousies and intrigues.
Note that the subtitles come faster than in most foreign language flicks, so be prepared to speed read for the full 2½ hours. They’re speaking Mandarin for goodness sakes.
Wei Tang, a newcomer discovered by Ang Lee for this movie, delivers a stunningly assured performance as the precocious wartime agent Wei Tang, evolving over the course of the movie from naive child to self-assured Mata Hari, until finally – as per Dylan’s Just Like a Woman – breaking just like a little girl.
Ang Lee, one of the greatest directors working today, has crafted another of his finely observed, emotionally authentic movies in Lust, Caution. While the nearly three hour running time creates a test of viewer stamina over a parade of fast moving subtitles, his film never lacks for detail. Lacking only a surfeit of editing, it requires that we don’t begrudge Ang Lee of loving his creation too much.
Yes, there is fairly explicit sex, even rough sex at the start. Mr. Yee is a repressed bastard, so it isn’t pretty when he finally lets himself go. But it isn’t gratuitous, nor is it on-screen for more than a fraction of Lust, Caution’s 2½ hour running time, and doesn’t come on screen till well past the half way point at that. So I suppose the NC-17 was deserved, and the sex does achieve a certain level of heat, but I’m choosing to rate it no higher than 3 – Erotic.
The movie provides fascinating glimpses into: