Max,
Well, in a way, that's the point. You're supposed to metabolize that as tragedy, not travesty. I think you may be *imposing* "type" on the movie ("...for this type of movie, ..."). Lee An (apparently) was unable to convince you of the "type" of movie he had in mind. That's OK. It may explain why the flick has been passed over by a lot of reviewers, yet makes me cry, like clockwork, at the end, every time I view it.
Personally, I enjoy "types" of movies--and have little toolkits of criteria for assessing their efficacy in fulfilling the demands of their respective "types"--but also sit up and take notice when filmmakers exert themselves and stun with a flick that (for me) successfully evades type. Lee An said (in interviews) that the story by Eileen Chang drove his esthetic. When you let short-story writers drive your directoral/storyboarding/production decisions, you're certainly asking for trouble. The question with Se/Jie (Lust/Caution) is whether Lee succeeded in delivering the goods that he felt so deeply as he read the short-story.
In short: The sex scenes may have been too graphic for the "type" of movie you figured it was supposed to have been, but they might *not* have been too graphic for the type of movie it *was*. Maybe you need to reapproach the flick from that perspective.
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And I'd like that. But that 5h1t ain't the truth. --Jules Winnfield
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