L'amant de Lady Chatterley

With this film I confess I committed the greatest sin of all (when you are a true cinema lover, that is): I couldn't watch it entirely. Yes, I had to turn off my TV set after two thirds of Marc Allégret's "Lady Chatterley" -- something I am not really proud of, but forgive me, I couldn't stand it any longer.

Is there a need to tell the story in a few words? "Lady Chatterley" is probably the most famous adultery in literature (all right, all right, so I have heard about "Anna Karenina" and "Madame Bovary"!). To sum it up: Sir Clifford Chatterley, an impotent landowner, embittered by his injury in the trenches of World War I, virtually pushes his wife into an affair, but doesn't realize it's not with someone belonging to the same social class but with his common gamekeeper. The problem is that I have seen (and really enjoyed) Pascale Ferran's version shot in 2006, which is in my opinion a wonder. Allégret's "Lady Chatterley" cannot stand the comparison. Almost nothing works here. Although I usually enjoy Miss Darrieux's talent, she is terribly miscast in this film. She is believable as an aristocrat (haughty, snob, cold, etc.) but not at all as a woman who awakens to sexuality. I even wonder if she had any idea of the type of character she was playing. To put things in a nutshell: Miss Darrieux in this film is as sensual as a wood post -- it says it all. Then you don't believe a single minute that the story is set in England -- everything and all the people look so French! To make things even worse, most actors speak with a distinct Parisian accent (which was something common in French films until the end of the 50s), except Leo Genn who speaks French with an English accent, which is really odd within that context. Any coherence? Nope!!! Of course, the film strives hard to avoid overt eroticism, and by doing so, is often ridiculous and dull ("Lady Chatterley" minus all the sex? Nah!). If you really want to experience very old-fashioned nudity in a second-rate French movie, try instead "Ah, les belles bacchantes" ("Peek-a-boo") which was released the very previous year (1954) and which is almost as bad (but at least it was meant to be funny, and not only by accident!). And if you ever want to see a delicate adaptation of D.H. Lawrence's novel, watch Pascale Ferran's film instead -- please!

Maybe , three sins define this adaptation:

• the feeling about see more an Marc Allegret film than a version of D. H. Lawrence. It seems than the novel becomes a sort of pretext for a fresco of noble people life and this noblety is pure French.

• the second problem - it is the film of Danielle Darrieux but she domains in so many measure each scene in a cold manner than Constance who you expect is just missing.

• the way to recreate atmosphere of novel is conventional. Sure, a good option for the role of Clifford but his accent is just eccentric in context of French of the others.

In short, a correct version, not memorable but honest one.

But, sure, fair option for the French old films admirers.

This book and movie caused a great sensation in 1959 because it was considered pornographic. The book was not allowed to be read and the movie was not allowed to be shown in America. Finally, after a highly publicized court battle, the courts allowed the book and the movie to appear on the grounds of "artistic merit" and everybody went to see the movie. The content, about a married woman who commits adultery, is so mild by today's standards that the book and movie are largely forgotten. However, it was because of the court precedent set by "Lady Chatterley's Lover" that we are allowed to see and read almost everything today. Sam Sloan

I have always thought that Marc Allégret was less interesting than his brother Yves.Unlike him,he never made a truly memorable movie .

This adaptation of the English classic novel is enjoyable enough ,thanks to the cast:Danielle Darrieux can play (she is still playing in 2010!) anything so she is quite credible as an aristocrat;Leo Genn was an excellent Cliffords Chatterley ;the problem is that the movie is French,and although he is fluent in the Moliere Language ,he is the only one in the movie to have a British accent ,which is downright embarrassing! Another big mistake is the atmosphere of the so-called "pub" which is by no means English and looks like any French bistro/café .Erno Crisa ,who plays Oliver,has fallen into oblivion at least in France:I cannot even remember another movie he is in.

The plot is faithful to the novel,the lines are crude for the time (1955)but of course the pictures are rather chaste ,and they sharply contrast with the would be torrid passion.The Catholic Office wrote that it's just because the love scenes "were rather cold" that "they did not forbid their flock the movie" But they quickly added that such a filthy subject was to blame.What else could they do? Seen today,the movie seems tame and harmless,we have seen worse since !The other versions including nudity galore (see Just Jaeckin's "opus" 1981 )have made Marc Allégret's effort obsolete.To think that in 1934 ,in "Le Lac Aux Dames" he was not afraid to show a topless lady in a bed!

See it for Mrs Darrieux!

To my knowledge,it was the first time the novel had been transferred to the screen;it was banned in the US.

If you're expecting the collieries and dukeries of north Nottinghamshire, no, this is a very Parisian version of D H Lawrence's landscape. The hunt, seemingly peopled by orchestral musicians, chases wild boar, the mines are remarkably clean and Wragby Hall is a chateau.

But don't dismiss this film - the themes of class, love and fidelity work in a French forest too, and a great piece of drama unfolds.

English actor Leo Genn plays the war-crippled Sir Clifford, his slow English accent increasingly infuriating as it signals a stubborn, chilling determination to maintain the class divisions of the hunting aristocracy ("The gong has gone for dinner and you haven't even dressed!"), and a dismissive indifference to the exploitation of workers and the landscape.

Lady Constance struggles to overcome her tenseness at being tutoyer-ed by Mellors, the manly gamekeeper (played by Italian Erno Crisa). But away from him her frustration shows as she restlessly rides her horse in circles. When Sir Clifford complains that she is late for the Pouring of the Tea, she snaps. "It's not a religious ceremony! The world won't collapse if I don't serve the tea!"

And if you're hoping for a bit of Bertolucci here, I'm afraid you'll have to do with the unbuttoning of the top button of Constance's blouse, but this is the wonderful Danielle Darrieux. Her expressions as she helps Mellor to push her husband's wheelchair through the woodland mud are sensuous enough for anybody.