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Lady Chatterley. BBC movie. If I didn't get positively lusty (even in front of my parents) every time Sean Bean - as my boyfriend Oliver Mellors - was on screen, I wouldn't have watched it. The crap score alone was enough to make me bat **** crazy.
Still, Sean Bean. I'm a Beanite. And I freakin' love the book.
But once again I'm forced to accept that I much prefer reading about sex than watching it. Especially in front of my parents. At one point my dad said - during a rather disappointing scene - "Wow, this was truly erotic in the book, but..."
"Yeah, yeah. I know," I said.
And at one point my mother said, "Does she not like it? She doesn't look like she's liking it." And though there are times in the book where that's the case, the time my mother was talking about in the movie wasn't one of them. I just much prefer knowing what's going on inside their heads than watching them. That book had so many lovely things to say about the things that happen to bodies when they come together: all the good, bad, amazing, boring, etc. things. Le sigh.
Ah, Sean Bean, you are a marvel.
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