Ang Lee's superb new picture is easily the finest of 2007.
p>There's a wonderful poem about adultery called "Story of a Hotel
Room" by the mysterious English poet, Rosemary Tonks, which ends
like this:
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em>... someone should have warned us
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That without permanent intentions
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You have absolutely no protection
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If the act is clean, authentic, sumptuous,
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The concurring deep love of the heart
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Follows the naked work, profoundly moved by it.
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Miss Tonks disappeared from public view some 30 years ago. Some say
she joined a fundamentalist Christian cult. But she left behind
this rebuke to sexual "liberation" that, for our world, is the
dirty secret sex used to be. Occasionally other artists give us a
glimpse of it, but the last place we might expect to see one is at
the movies -- for which sex "without permanent intentions" has
become the stock in trade. That's why
Lust, Caution
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James Bowman, our movie and culture critic, is a resident scholar at the Ethics and Public Policy Center. He is the author of Honor: A History and Media Madness: The Corruption of Our Political Culture, both published by Encounter Books.