One of my favorite kinds of movies is a genre I call "No, We Mustn't." As in, "no, we mustn't kiss!"
These are usually deeply romantic movies about sexually repressed aristocrats living lives of leisure in Victorian or Edwardian England. A shining example of this is director James Ivory's adaptation of E.M. Forster's novel A Room With A View, about a young woman who won't accept that the love of her life is a quirky hunk who she met on holiday in sun-dappled Florence.
Helen Bonham Carter plays an eccentric ingenue in this gentle drama. Julian Sands smolders. Daniel Day-Lewis is a hoot as an insufferable fop. And no one does passive-aggression like Maggie Smith. There’s a surprisingly joyful scene between Sands, Simon Callow, and Rupert Graves: an afternoon skinny dip that turns into a playful game of hogs out platonic grab-ass. They don't make movies like they used to!
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