Maurice (1987). Two English school chums find themselves falling in love at Cambridge. To regain his place in society, Clive gives up Maurice and marries. While staying with Clive and his wife, Maurice discovers romance in the arms of the gamekeeper Alec.
Can anyone direct sensuality like James Ivory? God, this is so, so good, just breathless with its own sprawling passion and it's alternating need to repress and experience and sometimes, eventually, to share too. Ivory's firing on all cylinders here, both as a director and a writer, and he brings out the best in a pretty stellar cast. This might just be my favourite Hugh Grant role? Just - - yes! Cinema! 9/10.













