The American Spectator

Movie Takes

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: br> /p> blockquote> em>... someone should have warned us br> That without permanent intentions br> You have absolutely no protection br> If the act is clean, authentic, sumptuous, br> The concurring deep love of the heart br> Follows the naked work, profoundly moved by it. /em> /blockquote> br> 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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Trade, Hollywood, Movies