Women in Love

Synopsis: The battle of the sexes and relationships among the elite of Britain's industrial Midlands in the 1920s. Gerald Crich and Rupert Berkin are best friends who fall in love with a pair of sisters Gudrun, a sculptress and Ursula Brangwen, a schoolteacher. Rupert marries Ursula, Gerald begins a love affair with Gudrun, and the foursome embarks upon a Swiss honeymoon. But the relationships take markedly different directions, as Russell explores the nature of commitment and love. Rupert and Ursula learn to give themselves to each other; the more withdrawn Gerald cannot, finally, connect with the demanding and challenging Gudrun.
Genre: Drama, Romance
Director(s): Ken Russell
  Won 1 Oscar. Another 5 wins & 18 nominations.
131 min

We're going to see that wedding.

But you haven't been home five minutes.

You don't have a wedding every day,

do you?

Now, look, Gudrun.

Your Aunt Jessie's coming to lunch

and you haven't seen her for two years.

Now why don't you stay?

Two more days won't make much

difference, now, will it? Come on.

It's a Crich wedding, Mum.

- Ursula...

- Mm...

Do you really not want to get married?

I don't know.

- Depends how you mean.

- It usually means one thing.

Wouldn't you be in a better position,

if you were married?

I might be. I'm not sure, really.

You don't think one needs

the experience of having been married?

Oh, Gudrun, do you really think

it need be an experience?

It's bound to be. Possibly undesirable,

but it is bound to be an experience

of some sort.

Not really.

More likely to be the end of experience.

- Morning, Miss Brangwen.

- Morning.

Yes, of course, there is that to consider.

Hurry, Tibby, for God's sake.

We really are late.

Here. Got it?

Gerald's going to blame me for this,

you know.

- Where's Birkin?

- With the groom. He's late.

Whoa, there! Steady!

- Hello, Gerald.

- Winifred.

- Hello, Hermione.

- Mother.

Good morning, Christiana.

It's such bad form for the groom

to be late. Gerald'll be furious.

Oh, don't worry about that. Something

unconventional will do that family good.

Laura's not going to run away,

you know. If you're late, you're late.

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!


Hallo, Laura.


What a spectacle.

Does it hurt your sense of family pride?

Yes, it does, rather. Do something

properly or don't bother to do it at all.

But it's a masterpiece of good form.

It's the hardest thing in the world,

to act spontaneously,

on one's impulses,

and it's the only gentlemanly thing to do.

Provided you're fit enough to do it.

- Do you expect me to take you seriously?

- Yes, Gerald.

You're one of the very few people

I do expect that of.

- Hello, Hermione.

- What made you late?

The groom would talk about

the immortality of the soul.

And he hadn't got a buttonhook.

"Immortality of the soul"?

More appropriate for an execution,

I should've thought,

than for a wedding.

Perhaps it would be nice,

if a man came along.

I mean, I wouldn't go out of my way

to look for him,

but if there should happen along

a highly attractive individual,

with sufficient means...well...

Oh, don't you find yourself

getting bored with everything?

Everything fails to materialise.

Nothing materialises.

Everything withers in the bud.



Do you hope to get anywhere,

by just marrying?


It seems the inevitable next step.

'But you see...it's just impossible.

'The man makes it impossible.'

'Now, sometimes,

catkins are called lamb's-tails.'

Don't you think they look rather like them?

So lovely and tiny.


Sorry, did I startle you?

I thought you'd heard me come in.


You're doing catkins!

Are they as far out as this already?

I hadn't noticed them this year.

'It's the fact you want to

emphasise, not the impression.'

And what's the fact?

Red little spiky stigmas

of the female flower...

dangling yellow male catkin...

yellow pollen flying from one to the other.

'Make a pictorial record of the fact.

'As you do when you're drawing a face.'

Two eyes, nose, mouth with teeth...

I've been waiting for you for so long...

I thought I'd come and see

what a school inspector does

when he's on duty.

How do you do, Miss Brangwen?

Do you mind my coming in?


Are you sure?

What are you doing?

- Catkins.

- Really?

What do you learn about them?

Well, from these little red bits,

the nuts come.

If they receive pollen

from these...long danglers.

Little red flames.

Little red flames.

Aren't they beautiful?

I think they're so beautiful.

- Did you never notice them before?

- No. Never before.

Well, now you'll always see them.

Now I shall always see them.

Thank you...so much,

for showing me.

I think they're so beautiful.

Little red flames.

Ooh, he's dropped his hat!

Fancy her barging into your classroom

like that. What a liberty.

Oh, Hermione loves to dominate everyone.

- She'd like to dominate us, I think.

- Hm.

Oh, so that's why

she's invited us for the weekend.



It's Gerald Crich!

I know.


Gerald's in charge of the mines now.


Making all kinds of latest improvements.

They hate him for it. He takes them

all by the scruff of the neck

and fairly flings them along.

He'll have to die soon, when he's made

all the possible improvements

and there's nothing more to improve.

- He's got go, anyhow.

- Oh, certainly, he's got go.

The unfortunate thing is,

where does his go go to?

Dreadful. Dreadful.

All this drive and dissension.

If we could only realise that,

in the spirit, we're all one.

All equal, in the spirit.

All brothers, there.

The rest wouldn't matter.

There'd be no more of this carping...


and all this struggle for power.

Which destroys. Only destroys.

It's just the opposite, Hermione.

It's just the contrary.

The minute you begin to compare,

one man is seen to be far better

than another...

All the inequality in the world,

that you can imagine, is there by nature.

Well, I want every man to have

his fair share of the world's goods.

So that I can be rid of his importunity.

So that I can say to him,

"Now you've got what you want. You've

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