From the Not-Saying-Much Department: this probably ranks as the best of the several screen versions of D.H. Lawrence's classic bad novel. (And the first to be based explicitly on an alternate draft entitled John Thomas and Lady Jane, after the lovers' pet names for their private parts.) Directed with a woman's touch by Pascale Ferran, it is leisurely, patient, abundantly detailed, and steeped in bosky nature (albeit in somewhat mushy photography), and the casting is not unduly glamorous (Marina Hands far from stereotypically aristocratic, perhaps even a bit peasanty, and Jean-Louis Coulloc'h no poster boy for Gold's Gym). All the same, the characters are still flat and dull, and the story still thin (but long, long, long), and the eroticism still embarrassing. With Hippolyte Girardot. (2006) — Duncan Shepherd
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