Readers: as opposed to, what, Fridays through Wednesdays?

If Ang Lee, often thought of as a very restrained filmmaker, can direct the hell out of explicit sex scenes (as he proves in Lust, Caution) and Heath Ledger is willing to flash his altogether onscreen (as he proves in the Dylan pic I'm Not There) why the hell didn't we get either of those things in Brokeback Mountain?
I'm sorry it's just bugging me.
Up next: Less shallowness! Plus: a review of Elizabeth the Golden Age, Nicole as Margot and the final New York Film Festival reports. The festival wraps this weekend just in time for the new season of this blog's regular series to begin.