Lady Chatterley’s Lover was a bit too limp
I had cleared my diary for Sunday night as I was filled with excitement for the remake of DH Lawrence’s controversial, sex filled, passionate page turner, Lady Chatterley’s Lover.
This marks the 87 years since it was first published, banned for its illicit, explicit, sex and scandal at the time.
So imagine my disappointment on Sunday when, 41 minutes into the adaptation, came the big romantic clinch between Lady Constance Chatterley and the groundsman Oliver Mellors.
Three minutes later and I declared, out loud, “Was that it?”
Now, that may make me sound like some desperate housewife, but only Mellors was seen topless and Connie’s bodices were carefully untied rather than ripped.
I can remember Sean Bean making a rather large impression on me back in 1993 in Ken Russell’s adaptation. So perhaps I was expecting too much. And I have to say I felt sorry for Lord Clifford Chatterley and that isn’t the reaction a viewer should have to this.
I can’t help but think DH Lawrence would be bitterly disappointed at the lack of lust in this version.
Hot under the collar I was not. It only made me pine for Poldark to return to our screens.
I’ve decided after being a fairly faithful X Factor viewer I may give up.
I am not a fan of the live auditions at the best of times but this series in particular seems very scripted and while Olly Murs and Caroline Flack are the stars of it, the judges are leaving me hopping mad with their pretend concern for the singers and I find Nick Grimshaw almost unbearable to watch.
It seems sad as this show always symbolised the beginning of great autumn viewing.
My only salvation is that Strictly Come Dancing is on its way as it Doctor Who.
September is going to be good for telly viewing.