Lady Chatterley

Synopsis: Sir Clifford has returned from the Great War to his estate near Sheffield, paralyzed from the waist down. Lady Constance, his young wife, cares for him, but she's lifeless, enervated. Her physician prescribes the open air, and she finds a quiet retreat at the hut - the workplace - of Parkin, the estate's gamekeeper. The rhythms of nature awaken Connie - daffodils, pheasant chicks - and soon she and Parkin become lovers. She's now radiant. Parkin, too, opens up. Class distinctions and gender roles may be barriers to the affair becoming more. Connie's trip to France, with her father and sister, bring the lovers to a nuanced resolution.
Genre: Drama, Romance
Director(s): Pascale Ferran
Production: Kino International Corp.
  11 wins & 10 nominations.
Rotten Tomatoes:
168 min

That's what's planned.

You don't want me to say no?

Oh, no.


I told Clifford I might have a baby.

You said that?

Well, it's possible, you know.

Would Sir Clifford...

accept it as his own?

Yes, I think so.

But... you didn't mention me?


I'm going away soon

with my father and sister.

I could always say

I'd met someone there.

You're going away? For how long?

When do you go?

In 3 weeks' time. Around mid-June.

I see. That's not far off.

Leave it.

I'll do it.

Sir Clifford will think

some society type

got you pregnant, won't he?

What'd he say

if he knew it was me?

He'd be furious.

But you won't

tell him will you?

You needn't worry about that.

Is that why you wanted me?

To have a baby?

I don't know.

I wanted...

I don't know what I wanted.

I just wanted...

I wanted you.

I want you.

And a baby, too, perhaps.

You didn't consider me?

I liked your body.

My body?

D'you still like it?


I can't imagine

that you like to touch me

like I do.

I do. I love touching you.

I don't think so.

It's just that I'm a little scared.

Do you like it when I touch you?

Yes, very much.

Well, what's stopping you then?

Now you can touch me if you like.

Yer beautiful.

Can we lie down?

If he has the baby

we'll have had this.

See yer soon then?

Go on, yer run along now.

Oh, Lady Chatterley,

what a pleasure to see you!

Good morning, Mrs Bentley.

Sir Clifford isn't with you?

I'm afraid not.

He rarely comes now.

Excuse me,

I live just opposite the Company.

Sir Clifford passes by my window

every time he goes to work.

Is Sir Clifford as well as they say?

He's in fine form, thank you.

I felt it as soon as you came in.

You look absolutely radiant.


- Can I come in?

- Come on in.

I'm not disturbing you?

No, I just got back from Uthwaite

about some poachers.

Please carry on eating.

Do you want a cup of tea?

The kettle's boiling.

Maybe I can do it.

If you like.

The pot's there.

And the tea's on the shelf.

Is that you?

In that photo.

Is that you at your wedding?

Just after.

Were you in love with her

when the photo was taken?

I suppose so, in a way.

I was smitten.

Do you still love her?

Me? No, I don't love her any more.

But it wasn't love anyway.

It wasn't love between us.

But... Really?

I'd rather change the subject.

When did you lose your husband?


He was 28.

And I was 24.

Was it in the mine?

Yes, an explosion.

Mining wasn't for him.

His father was a miner,

so he was too.

But he wasn't cut out

to go down the mine.

You often think of him?

Oh, yes.

I can't help it.

It was so sudden.

And we were so happy together.

A few days later,

Clifford wished to go out

with Constance.

Look at me on my foaming steed!

- Coughing, more like.

- Yes, that's it.

Spluttering, even!

I thought we could do some work

on the house next year.

The mine's doing well.

What if there are more strikes?

Why on earth

should they go on strike again?

They'd ruin the industry...

or what's left of it.

Maybe they don't care

about ruining it...

It's what fills their bellies.

If not their pockets,

as Mrs Bolton would say.

No, I'm not too worried

about strikes.

Simply because they'll soon be

virtually impossible.

What do you mean?

Are you going to ban strikes?

The miners will never let you!

We won't tell them.

It's for their own good.

The slightest spanner in the works

and they'd starve.

They would, not me.

I have other resources.

Are you so sure that there's

nothing good in socialism?

Heavens, no!

Nothing is more dangerous

than an ideal based on lies.

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