Los Angeles Times

Muted passion, but vivid portrayal

Emma Corrin shines in a less-than-heated yet intelligen­t ‘Lady Chatterley’s Lover.’

- By Robert Abele

Period movies often say as much about the time they were made as they do the era in which they take place. Adaptation­s of D.H. Lawrence’s scandalous 1928 novel “Lady Chatterley’s Lover” are no exception. How the book’s famously bold sexuality is rendered is going to look different in, say, a 1950s French romance, a soft-porn ’80s take from the “Emmanuelle” creative team or a television miniseries, just a few of the many “Chatterley­s” that have risen in popular culture.

How, then, does the newest movie version fare — starring English lights Emma Corrin (the first Diana on “The Crown”) and Jack O’Connell as Lawrence’s class-crossing trysters in the throes of once-in-alifetime ardor — in the age of body positivity, male-gaze fatigue and the boinkathon­s of “Bridgerton” and “Outlander”?

As brought to life by

French filmmaker Laure De Clermont-Tonnerre, whose second film this is after her wonderful debut “The Mustang,” I’d say the passionmet­er this time around is no different than expected from a coolly adult indie, but its dramatic, artistic heft overall never really rises above that of a solid “Masterpiec­e Theater” telling.

Where this “Lady Chatterley” does set itself apart is in adhering to its titular character’s viewpoint, as if it were a first-person romantic

journey from wedding excitement to marital disillusio­nment on a stifling estate, then body-and-soul conversion in the surroundin­g woods with O’Connell’s virile, kind-eyed gamekeeper. And Corrin is up to the task. The requiremen­ts of intimacy acting aside, the actor (who uses they/them pronouns) brings coltish physicalit­y and expressive flush to all their scenes — whether lonely or laughing, aggravated or emboldened. It’s a true star performanc­e, the

light of intelligen­ce practicall­y beaming from this awakened woman’s eyes.

And those eyes do a lot of the best storytelli­ng here. In the early scenes they twinkle with hope as everyone believes a happy marriage — and Chatterley heir — is assured between bubbly, sharp Constance (Corrin) and the Baronet Clifford (Matthew Duckett). When the Great War paralyzes Clifford’s legs, however, life at Wragby for Connie turns secretaria­l and nurse-like regarding her increasing­ly

preoccupie­d husband, while her own need for human affection becomes a gnawing thirst.

When she meets workingcla­ss gamekeeper Oliver Mellors, those baby blues signal finding a kindred spirit in hurt, searching and sensitivit­y — all nicely reflected in O’Connell’s tough but warm Derbyshire accent. He too is a war veteran, but his wounds are a bad marriage’s, and like her, he reads. (Screenwrit­er David Magee puts Joyce on his hut shelf, a nod and a wink to D.H. Lawrence’s peer in the banned-book club.)

Connie’s and Oliver’s learned language together, however, is sensuality, whether practiced inside his hut with sunlight filtering through the slats, or outside among the trees and flowers. But these scenes are never as erotic as they should be; they feel rushed and restless, the camerawork and cutting hesitant to land on carnal joy, and marked by a lighting scheme and color palette in Benoit Delhomme’s cinematogr­aphy too diffuse and monochroma­tic to suggest a torrent of blooming feelings. When Connie wears yellow or red clothing, it’s often more alive than the actors’ skin tones at ostensibly the height of ecstasy. ClermontTo­nnerre’s emphasis on playfulnes­s and energy is understand­able, but an opportunit­y to bring a layered epicness to sex on film feels lost.

As the infidelity plot barrels toward its reckoning with class prejudice, and the moody, thumping cello returns to Isabella Summers’ strings-centered score, Corrin’s vibrant performanc­e keeps us engaged. But so does Joely Richardson — a one-time Lady Chatterley herself (star of the aforementi­oned ’90s serial) — this time around playing empathetic widow Mrs. Bolton, and Duckett’s portrait of uncaring ruling class prejudice carries the right mix of cluelessne­ss and anger.

The sex in this “Lady Chatterley’s Lover” may only be so-so this time around, but there’s no denying when Connie tells off her husband about his callous treatment of everyone; in this day and age of terrible bossmen, that counts as a climax.

 ?? Netf lix ?? EMMA CORRIN plays the titular high-society woman and Jack O’Connell is her paramour in a new adaptation of D.H. Lawrence’s “Lady Chatterley’s Lover.”
Netf lix EMMA CORRIN plays the titular high-society woman and Jack O’Connell is her paramour in a new adaptation of D.H. Lawrence’s “Lady Chatterley’s Lover.”

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