D.H. Lawrence’s novel is more famous for its sexual content than its quality of writing. Hey, fine by me.
So as not to overshadow this still-respectable work of literature, I will present my review of the 1993 BBC miniseries as a pictoral essay.
Lady Chatterley, directed by Ken Russell
or possibly Stanley Kubrick.
Lady Chatterley is in love
with Boromir.
Unfortunately she is married to a complete douchebag.
The help is kind of creepy too.
Her husband does not know about the affair
and viewers may wish they didn’t either.
Weird things happen
that have nothing to do with the story.
Thank god this includes Brian Blessed.
The End.