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

No one in the UK dared to attempt the impossible but Marc Allegret in France did. It may seen odd to hear the dialogue in French and to have a ( partly ) French cast but the film itself is well made in black and white, is fairly explicit sexually in its dialogue and erotic in it atmosphere, without showing the sexual acts. One example; Danielle Darrieux plays Lady Chatterley and her first glimpse of Oliver naked from the waist upwards sets the sexual tone. She shows desire, and being a great actor she makes that clear to the audience. Erno Crisa who plays Oliver is very good as well, and so is Leo Genn as Lord Chatterley who urges his wife to have sex with another man so as to produce a noble, honourable heir. He does not of course have his gamekeeper in mind. This film can be seen on YouTube with ingrained English subtitles and I urge viewers to see it. In my opinion it is the best version of D. H. Lawrence's book ( probably inspired by E. M Forster's unpublished gay novel ' Maurice ' that Lawrence had read in manuscript before he wrote ' Lady Chatterley's Lover ) and no other version since this one has been able to be as sexually explicit as the book. So for me this is a landmark film of great daring in its ability to bring to the screen a banned book in the best way that it could. One final comment. For those who consider Marc Allegret a not very good director should see his film ' Orage ' with Michele Morgan, and to make two fine films in a lifetime is an achievement.

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.