So light one up (figuratively or literally) and watch it again. You’ll see things you missed the first time—and that’s the point.

Let’s talk about a scene that isn’t really a sex scene.

She’s supposed to expose him. He’s supposed to use her. Neither of them does what they’re supposed to do. The “sex scene” doesn’t happen in a bedroom. It happens in a hotel bar, then an elevator, then a hallway. The actual act? We don’t see it. Reitman cuts away. But the real action happens before the door closes.

In the 2005 satirical masterpiece Thank You for Smoking , director Jason Reitman delivers something rare: a seduction sequence that has almost no nudity, no heavy breathing, and no silk sheets. What it does have is a pack of Virginia Slims, a tape recorder, and two people who understand that the most erogenous zone on the human body is the ego. By the time we reach the film’s midpoint, Nick Naylor (Aaron Eckhart) is Washington D.C.’s smoothest monster—a lobbyist for Big Tobacco who can spin a lung cancer diagnosis into a freedom-of-choice issue. Enter Heather Holloway (Katie Holmes), a plucky young reporter with a conscience and a bad case of professional admiration.