Will review the film of Maurice properly later: in brief not enough Classics, why o why cast HG as Clive?, and Merchant Ivory were terribly confused over Platonic relationships. (ie. the wonderful, terribly written "You wrote that you were." "I wasn't"..."You wrote that you liked her" "I didn't" scene was heavily cut and climaxed in a very brief and embarrassed looking hug, and involved strange, semi physically impossible moments of hair stroking")
How on earth do you manage to wreck "Maurice", of all books? I doubted it could get worse, but it did.