THE death threat landed in Lu Chuan’s e-mail in-box the first week his film on the Nanjing massacre was released here in China.
Mr. Lu tried to recall the exact words as he sat one morning in the apartment of a French producer of the film, “Nanjing! Nanjing!” “ ‘You’re a traitor,’ ” he said, reciting the e-mail message. “ ‘I want to kill you.’ ”
The producer, Isabelle Glachant, shook her head. “It’s ‘I’ll dismember you,’ ” she said. “It’s not just ‘I’ll kill you.’ It’s ‘I’ll kill you by dismemberment.’ ”
Other threats soon followed, as a glance at the tens of thousands of comments on Mr. Lu’s blog shows. One person wished his parents slow and painful deaths. Another said he would cut off Mr. Lu’s penis.