Steven Spielberg knows how to make compelling cinema out of key events in world history, as evidenced by Schindler's List, Lincoln, and Munich, about the sanctioned assassination of the terrorists involved in the Black Sunday murders at the 1972 Munich Olympics. What Spielberg is not known for is his ability to direct a sex scene, which could explain the unnecessary inclusion of Eric Bana's sex-while-imagining-violence montage—Freud much?—in the otherwise deservedly Oscar-nominated film. Why is he so sweaty? Why?