对，HE DIDN'T DELIVER WHAT'S IN HIS HEAD! 因为他脑子里的东西到底是什么他自己也没有彻底高清楚。不过有一点我赞同，色戒的确在某种程度上表达出了易和假肢所处的压力，因为李安在这点上非常有同感，他觉得他也是生活在一种巨大的压力之下， 那就是别人期待他拍出一部接一部轰动的电影。其实干嘛把自己那么当回事？你拍不出好电影不意味观众就没有好电影看了。
I don't think lust, caution is so bad as you said. I think Li ann just wanted to show sentimental conflicts between the people under big pressure. Both Yi and Jia Zhi were under big pressure.
But I feel Liang chao wei performed better than Tang wei. Tang wei looks like the heroie in "Yang ban Xi" in culture revolution.
Both you and li ann is right about something. Feeling is kind thing from you own heart, like every time you read a good article you can get a different perspective. So You can say, you didn't get it. Li ann can say, people who don't have the background won't understand his film. Am I right?
我也是报着很大的期待去看这部电影的。我去的是学术电影小剧场，观众不少都是学电影的学生。放映过程中居然有阵阵的笑声。一个学生说，An Lee is going down.
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A Cad and a Femme Fatale Simmer ZT
By MANOHLA DARGIS
Published: September 28, 2007
NEW YORK TIME
“Lust, Caution” — a truer title would be “Caution: Lust” — is a sleepy, musty period drama about wartime maneuvers and bedroom calisthenics, and the misguided use of a solid director. Based on a short story about Japanese-occupied Shanghai and Hong Kong, it was directed by Ang Lee, the Taiwanese-born, Hollywood-cultivated filmmaker who brought “Brokeback Mountain” to the screen. In that earlier romance, the love between two male sheepherders can scarcely speak its name, much less easily drop its jeans; by contrast, there’s little left to the imagination in “Lust, Caution,” other than the inspiration for Mr. Lee’s newfound flirtation with kink.
And flirtation is the word, despite the shoving and hitting, a few harsh lashes and geometric configurations that put me in mind of high school geometry more than it did the Kama Sutra. The Motion Picture Association of America, that tireless, cheerless band of Comstocks who regulate all things sexual and few things violent on behalf of the major studios, has saddled the film with an NC-17 rating — no one 17 and under admitted, even with an adult — because of “some explicit sexuality.” The horrors of female nudity (unshaven armpits!) and the vigorous pantomime of coitus apparently offended the sensibilities of the M.P.A.A., which routinely bestows R ratings to movies in which characters are tortured to death for kicks.
Me, I blushed at the grimly determined image of the Hong Kong actor Tony Leung Chiu-Wai, the great, grave, soulful heart of Wong Kar-wai films like “In the Mood for Love” and “2046,” bunching up the sheets as this new film’s resident villain and cad. As Mr. Yee, a Chinese official getting his hands bloody working for the Japanese occupiers, the actor slinks around the shadows like a specter of evil. (A fine Joan Chen flexes her red claws as his wife.) Yee is meant to be a bad, bad man, but mostly he comes across as a sad, sad man with flexible limbs and a taste for rough. He knocks rather than sweeps women off their feet, and his latest playmate, Mrs. Mak (Tang Wei), likes it that way.
Or maybe not. One of the film’s anemic conceits is that this playmate is really a drama club member, named Wong, swept up in a preposterous conspiracy against Yee. See, she’s playing a role. But her imitation of life has its limits, perhaps because the filmmakers have tried to squeeze an epic out of an exceedingly slender short story. However evocative, the transformation of this virginal creature — who looks most plausible (and all of 15) in long braids and no visible makeup — into a lethally minded femme fatale, a Mata Hari in a cheongsam, fails to convince. And it fails to convince at a ludicrous 158 minutes. (Mr. Lee’s adaptation of the Jane Austen novel “Sense and Sensibility” clocks in at a smooth 135.)
Like too many films that try to put a human face on history without really engaging with it, “Lust, Caution” feels at once overpadded and underdeveloped: it’s all production design and not enough content. The screenwriters James Schamus and Wang Hui Ling, who last collaborated on Mr. Lee’s lavish martial arts entertainment “Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon,” have puffed up and sexed up Eileen Chang’s original story without adding any psychological depth or sociopolitical heft. (Oddly, the story line echoes Paul Verhoeven’s equally absurd, if livelier and more lurid, World War II-era romp, “Black Book.”) That’s particularly hard on Tang Wei, whose pretty bow mouth and gentle, hothouse manner feel terribly ill suited to a role that calls for cunning, for the emotional violence of sacrifice, betrayal, fanaticism, lust.
Her seasoned co-star fares better, even if he’s playing more of a conceit than a character. A poet of hurt, Mr. Leung suggests worlds of pain with his melancholic eyes — few actors convey desire as beautifully or with such reserve. (Unlike Jake Gyllenhaal, another performer whose dreamy gaze pulls you in as if into deep waters, you never catch Mr. Leung working his eyes, widening them for easy emotional effect.) In his best films, including “In the Mood for Love,” Mr. Leung doesn’t do much talking: he looks, he conquers. This makes him seem like a perfect match for Mr. Lee, who has a way of giving lyrical expression to mute desire. He can turn a sigh into a declaration of love, but he can’t turn minor soft-core shocks into poetry.
“Lust, Caution” has been rated NC-17 (No one 17 and under admitted). Think pay-cable soft-core pornography, not the video-store back room.
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Common Sense Review
Reviewed By: Cynthia Fuchs ZT
The primary question in Ang Lee's LUST, CAUTION is: "What is real?" The answers are complex -- both nebulous and harsh -- and they emerge very slowly, since the action takes place over several years, and the film itself runs nearly three hours.
Suffused with cigarette smoke and punctuated by clacking mahjong tiles, this lush melodrama is set during World War II, mostly in Japanese-occupied Shanghai (with brief respites in still-British Hong Kong). At its center is an espionage plot, but that's mostly a scaffolding for the remarkable, intricate relationship between Mr. Yee (Tony Leung) -- a Japanese collaborator and the brutal head of Shanghai's secret police -- and Wang (Tang Wei), a young Chinese patriot posing as a wealthy businessman's wife in order to set up Yee's assassination. Her group is so dedicated to this cause that even when their scheme is thwarted because Yee and his wife (Joan Chen) leave Shanghai, they pick it up again three years later.
This dedication is, the movie proposes, partly a function of self-delusion. Not only do Wang's compatriots believe in the absolute good of their self-appointed mission, but they also believe in the absolute evil of their prey. As Wang crosses emotional and moral borders during her performance, she comes to see the problems with making such black-and-white distinctions.
It's not that Yee can be forgiven for his violence -- his men arrest and execute resistance workers daily -- but that her own work is fraught with ethical grey areas. Her deceptions make her feel like a prostitute, a role that her mentor, Kuang (Wang Lee-Hom), can't quite understand. He does, however, come to feel a mix of guilt and jealousy as he begins to fall in love with her -- though he never tells her (which is also form of deception, born of his dedication to the cause).
Lust, Caution has garnered attention for its explicit sex scenes, and several aren't just graphic but also violent, illustrating Yee's cruelty and confusion (he's desperate to feel powerful) as well as Wang's desperate need to feel intimate with him, even at the cost of her well-being.
But these scenes also serve a thematic purpose, raising questions about what's "real" in sex performed for films that aren't designated "pornography." At the same time, the sex scenes provide moments of sincere connection for Wang and Yee: The characters see each another as "real" when they engage in sweaty, acrobatic acts, taking emotional risks they don't take at any other time. Vulnerable and aggressive, their closeness in these moments is unsafe -- but also, for them, the safest they feel.
When Wang at last articulates her pain for Kuang and their resistance cell leader, Old Wu (Chung Hua Tou), the scene is startling because of her frankness, as well as the men's abandonment of her. Unlike Yee, who forces his way into her heart, they feel flummoxed by her deion of sex and violent fantasies (she imagines shooting Yee herself) and tell her she must continue with the work that is so plainly upsetting her. While the thematic point seems obvious -- that patriotism needs prostitutes -- Wang's anguish and sudden understanding provide this sometimes lugubrious thriller's most chilling moment.
Fans might also want to see Lee's Brokeback Mountain, or a couple of great films starring Leung -- Infernal Affairs and In the Mood for Love. You might also check out the thematically similar (though more hectic) film Black Book.
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Lust, Caution Review by Owen Gleiberman ZT
In Ang Lee's Lust, Caution, a painfully high-toned erotic drama set in Japanese-occupied Shanghai during World War II, Tony Leung, as a poshly repressed Chinese government minister, and Tang Wei, as a willowy student resistance fighter who seduces him as part of an assassination plot, spend a fair amount of time with their clothes off. (At least, they do once you've sat through an eternity of muffled espionage noodling.) It's fair to say that most of what they do in their nakedness is easy on the eyes. The first time the two go at it, Leung, a veteran Hong Kong matinee idol who can look about as severe as Dracula, pulls off his belt and administers a beating to get her in the mood. Tang, a flashing-eyed newcomer wearing complicated hair and a conspiratorial bud of a smile, responds with gasps of pleasure. There are ripples of coercion and torment throughout their lovemaking — an ecstasy just this side of agony. Torsos glisten, limbs intertwine as if they belonged to double-jointed acrobats, and at one point there's a shot of intercourse that, unless Lee is using some effects that George Lucas never thought of concocting, makes it look a lot like the two actors are truly doing it.
The real kink, however, is in the situation. Tang's Wong Chia Chi is a student spy, part of a group of young radicals who want to bring down Leung's high-level collaborator, but she is also turned on by his power, his domineering fascist-aristocratic entitlement — everything she claims to despise about him politically. She loves him, in part, because she hates him. As for Leung's Mr. Yee, he has never tapped a desire this dark. For years, directors have dreamed of making a serious erotic drama with lyrically raunchy, even hardcore sex scenes. In films like 9 Songs and the nifty Shortbus, the dream has recently come true — and audiences have yawned. Lust, Caution is the latest NC-17 hothouse, and as long as the two actors are writhing, locked in a grip of sadomasochistic romance, the movie has an avid sensual glow.
The rest of the time (and that's a lot of time — it's 2 hours and 38 minutes long), Lust, Caution is like a '40s Hollywood thriller made sedate and gorgeous and aesthetic and remote. Ang Lee, as he proved in Brokeback Mountain, can be a master at teasing out the emotion roiling under the surface of things, but Lust, Caution has more surface than emotion. Based on the Eileen Chang short story, the movie would have been better staged as fast, tawdry, voluptuous pulp, which is really all it is.
Lee makes the assassination plot maddeningly repetitious. There's nothing too interesting about this student group — its leader, played by Asian pop star Wang Leehom, is a humorless fanatic — and the fact that Wong's sympathies get tangled as they do is a complication Lee takes far too long to get to. At a restaurant, or a tailor's shop, Leung and Tang work to make their tango of repression vivid, but the scenes are so static and freighted it's as if Lee were fetishizing their reserve. Lust, Caution wants us to feel the erotic ping of buttoned-up people ripping open those buttons, but too often it's the film's drama that's under wraps. C+
1. I have every right to do so.
2. You have used insulting language at your original post.
You have corrected me nothing because you simply did not get my point.
You can like the movie, and I have no problem with that. I am here to address the issue that Li An is heading towards the wrong direction by telling people they might not be able to understand this movie yet the matter of fact is, he didn't deliver what's in his head.
BTY, I always have been a fan of Li An, but I don't like this movie.
If you don't like what I said, then you can leave.
This is my blog, I am only interested in reading those insightful comments from intelligent people.
Well, this is my blog and I say whatever I want to say. Thanks for coming.
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回复看风景的评论:
问题就在于你所说的也是李安所要表现的，在我看来，都没表现出来。为什么？这就是人物形象塑造太单薄。
I don't feel the love between 王佳芝 and her lover, to me, there is no passion at all. So when she slept with his friend not him, I actually was laughing because I don't believe it could ever happen and I think the whole thing is ridiculous.
Now, if she slept with her lover then slept with the Hanjian, now we are talking about a movie that will be very intersting.
