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Starring: Emma Corrin, Jack O’Connell, Matthew Duckett, Joely Richardson, Ella Hunt, Faye Marsay

OUR RATING: ★★★★☆

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Netflix period romantic drama directed by Laure de Clermont-Tonnerre. Lady Chatterley’s Lover (2022) centers on Lady Constance Chatterley (Emma Corrin), a woman born into wealth and privilege, who finds herself married to Clifford (Matthew Duckett), a man she no longer loves. However, when she meets Oliver Mellors (Jack O’Connell), the estate’s gamekeeper, she soon engages in a secret torrid affair that leads her to sexual awakening. When she realizes that she has fallen heart and soul in love, she faces a decision, follow her heart, or return to her husband and endure what society expects of her.

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'What we have together is different than anything I've ever known. There's a little flame between us. It's always burning. And I've come to believe that tending a fire like that is purpose enough for any life.' - Oliver Mellors Click To Tweet

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Connie Reid: I, Constance Reid, take you, Clifford Chatterley, to be my lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better and for worse, for richer and for poorer, in sickness and in health.

Hilda: [referring to being married] How does it feel?
Connie Reid: I don’t know. Ask me tomorrow.

Hilda: Couldn’t you have just had sex with him?
Connie Reid: Hilda! Be serious.
Hilda: I am. It’s much less commitment, and it’s all Clifford will want anyway.
Connie Reid: Clifford’s not like that. You know him. He’s kind and thoughtful. He makes me feel safe. His family’s more traditional than ours, I suppose, but I think his own views are actually quite progressive.

Hilda: [to Connie] I don’t want to see you get hurt again. You open your heart so easily.

Connie Reid: Dearest Hilda, I knew the war would change us all, but I just wasn’t sure how much. It feels as though it ended half a lifetime ago, not just half a year.

Clifford Chatterley: [referring to not being able to have sex] I love you, Con. This is misfortune, but you’ll see. We’ll be happy here at Wragby.

Clifford Chatterley: And you were an army lieutenant.
Connie Reid: I was, sir.
Clifford Chatterley: Do you honestly believe that a return to gamekeeping will be satisfying after your time as an officer?
Connie Reid: Bit of quiet’d do me good. I’ve seen enough of what war does to men.
Clifford Chatterley: As have I.

Connie Reid: [in her letter to Hilda] It is quiet here in the country. I miss the life we had in London, and, of course, I miss you. But we have to live, I suppose, no matter how many skies have fallen.

'Life is what we make of it.' - Connie Reid (Lady Chatterley's Lover) Click To Tweet

Connie Reid: Apparently, my old friends all seem to think misfortune is contagious.

Clifford Chatterley: There are days I wish I hadn’t made it back.
Connie Reid: Clifford. Don’t talk like that.
Clifford Chatterley: I’d be lost without you, Con. You know that.

Clifford Chatterley: Almost be a good thing if you had a son by another man.
Connie Reid: You’re not serious?
Clifford Chatterley: Why not?
Connie Reid: Why not? Because we’re married. I married you, Clifford. Why would you even suggest such a thing?

Clifford Chatterley: [referring to Connie having a baby by another man] Well, of course, I wouldn’t want you to yield yourself completely to him. But the mechanical act of sex is nothing when compared to a life lived together. As long as you govern your emotions accordingly, we ought to be able to arrange this thing as simply as a trip to the dentist.

Connie Reid: And you wouldn’t mind what man’s child I had?
Clifford Chatterley: Oh, no. I trust your judgment. You wouldn’t let the wrong sort of fellow touch you. It has to be someone of the utmost discretion. The Chatterley name depends on it.
Connie Reid: Would you expect me to tell you who this man was?
Clifford Chatterley: Best I don’t know.

'We have to live, I suppose, no matter how many skies have fallen.' - Connie Reid (Lady Chatterley's Lover) Click To Tweet

Connie Reid: I’m not really a part of this world.

Michaelis: [to Connie] There must be days when you don’t feel like a lady at all.

Clifford Chatterley: [referring to the review of his book] “A wonderful display of nothingness.”
Connie Reid: It’s just one review.
Clifford Chatterley: But they’re right. They’ve seen right through me. It’s all nothing. A home, love, sex, marriage, friendship, all of it.
Connie Reid: You don’t mean that.
Clifford Chatterley: I think I do. I do. The whole point of living is learning to accept the great nothingness of life.

Hilda: Connie’s not well, Clifford.
Clifford Chatterley: You think?
Hilda: She’s exhausted. Look how thin she’s gotten. I’m afraid it doesn’t suit her to be a half-virgin.
Clifford Chatterley: This chair doesn’t very much suit me either, Hilda. What do you propose we do? Shall we find her another of your German soldiers?

'The whole point of living is learning to accept the great nothingness of life.' - Clifford Chatterley (Lady Chatterley's Lover) Click To Tweet

Hilda: [to Clifford] Who do you think is taking care of her while she’s taking care of you?

Mrs. Bolton: You think your know how life will be, and suddenly it’s gone.

Connie Reid: This is a lovely little cottage. You live alone here?
Oliver Mellors: Quite alone, milady.
Connie Reid: You read James Joyce?
Oliver Mellors: That one was hard to find.
Connie Reid: Do you read much?
Oliver Mellors: Well, it suits my solitary nature.
Connie Reid: Still. Must be awfully quiet around here.

Connie Reid: Interesting fellow, isn’t he, the keeper? He seems gruff at first, but then…
Mrs. Flint: You know, the older teachers still talk about how clever Oliver Mellors was as a lad. It’s no wonder he came back home a full lieutenant.

Mrs. Bolton: Busy hands, quiet mind.

'You think your know how life will be, and suddenly it's gone.' - Mrs. Bolton (Lady Chatterley's Lover) Click To Tweet

Connie Reid: I never knew this hut was here before.
Oliver Mellors: Not many do. It’s why I like it.

Connie Reid: [referring to the hut] I thought it was quite lovely. I might go and read my book there sometime.
Clifford Chatterley: Still reading books by that degenerate Irishman?
Connie Reid: What? James Joyce?
Clifford Chatterley: I heard his next is to be banned for obscenity.
Connie Reid: Such a shame. I was looking forward to reading it.

Connie Reid: [referring to Mellors] I don’t think he liked me having freedom of the castle.
Clifford Chatterley: Well, that’s what comes of making lieutenant. They can never go back to being gamekeeper. What do you expect, giving a fellow like that rank and a sense of importance, then taking it all away?

Connie Reid: Don’t you think the miners have led grim enough lives? I mean, couldn’t you just help them move on?
Clifford Chatterley: To what? Begging? “Help them move on.” You talk like a woman.
Connie Reid: Spoken like a man.

'I've felt my heart opening up again. Despite all warnings. And I can assure you, nothing about it has been easy.' - Connie Reid (Lady Chatterley's Lover) Click To Tweet

Connie Reid: [referring to the chicks] Can I touch one?
Oliver Mellors: Yeah, go on.
Connie Reid: What if it pecks at me?
Oliver Mellors: Just peck it back.

Connie Reid: [referring to the chick] He’s trembling.
Oliver Mellors: You’re trembling more than he is.

Oliver Mellors: [after Connie embraces him] So that’s how it’s been, eh? Don’t cry.

'You've got to cut them parts of you that feel off, if you're going to send men into mines, or factories, or into battle. It's either that, or you live with what you've done.' - Oliver Mellors (Lady Chatterley's Lover) Click To Tweet

Connie Reid: [to Oliver, before they start having sex] Please don’t go.

Oliver Mellors: Don’t you think folks will become suspicious if you keep coming here? Imagine how lowered you’d feel, you with your husband’s gamekeeper.
Connie Reid: You afraid?
Oliver Mellors: I bloody well am. I bloody well am. Yeah. Not of what people think of me, milady. But if you were to ever feel sorry for what we’ve been…
[she kisses him]

'It's amazing, isn't it? How someone can get so into your blood.' - Connie Reid (Lady Chatterley's Lover) Click To Tweet

Connie Reid: Do we still feel like strangers?
Oliver Mellors: Not like strangers I’ve ever known.

Connie Reid: My dear sister, I’ve thought a lot about what you said at the wedding. That I open my heart too easily. That may have been true before the war, but I don’t think it is any longer. Lately, I’ve felt my heart opening up again. Despite all warnings. And I can assure you, nothing about it has been easy.

'Seems a wrong and bitter thing to be bringing a child into this world.' - Oliver Mellors (Lady Chatterley's Lover) Click To Tweet

Connie Reid: [referring to the middle if the woods] What? Here?
Oliver Mellors: Aye, milady. Right here.
Connie Reid: Don’t call me that.
Oliver Mellors: You don’t want to be a lady?
Connie Reid: Not with you.
Oliver Mellors: You would want coarser treatment with me?

Oliver Mellors: No, don’t turn away. Look at me.
Connie Reid: I want you to f*** me.
Oliver Mellors: You want me to f*** you?
Connie Reid: Yes.

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Oliver Mellors: [to Connie] We both came off together that time. It’s good when that happens. Some people live their whole lives and never know that feeling.

Connie Reid: You know what you have? Tenderness. I didn’t say you were gentle. I’ve had enough of gentlemen.
Oliver Mellors: They’re a different breed.
Connie Reid: How do you mean?
Oliver Mellors: Dead. Dead. You’ve got to cut them parts of you that feel off, if you’re going to send men into mines, or factories, or into battle. It’s either that, or you live with what you’ve done.

Connie Reid: You’re not like any man I’ve ever met before.
Oliver Mellors: You’re not like any other woman.
Connie Reid: How?
Oliver Mellors: [as he kisses her] You are beautiful.
Connie Reid: You know, I don’t think I realized how lonely I’ve been, until now.

Connie Reid: I, Connie…
Oliver Mellors: I, Oliver…
Connie Reid: Take you, Oliver…
Oliver Mellors: Take you, Connie, in strength.
Connie Reid: And in freedom.
Oliver, Connie: And in ecstasy.

Connie Reid: It’s amazing, isn’t it? How someone can get so into your blood.
Mrs. Bolton: Oh, it is. It can make you bitter.

Mrs. Bolton: [referring to her late husband] If it hadn’t been for that pit, Ted’d still be here. He hated it down there. He hated it. But what could he do? He was trapped.
Connie Reid: I suppose we all are in different ways.

Clifford Chatterley: Have you heard the rumor that you are to supply Wragby with an heir?
Connie Reid: No. Is it a joke?
Clifford Chatterley: I’d hoped it might be a prophecy.

Connie Reid: You know how much you mean to me, don’t you?
Oliver Mellors: And you to me.

Connie Reid: You won’t forget about me.
Oliver Mellors: Forget? You know nobody forgets. It’s not a question of memory.

Oliver Mellors: [after Connie tells him that she might be pregnant] So that’s why you wanted me then. To get a child.
Connie Reid: Of course not, Oliver. I never planned on you. I never planned on any of this really.

Oliver Mellors: Well, it’s as Your Ladyship likes. If you get a child, Sir Clifford’s welcome to it. I shan’t have lost anything. On the contrary, I’ve had a nice experience. Very nice indeed.
Connie Reid: Don’t talk like that.

Oliver Mellors: If you’ve made use of me, it’s not the first time I’ve been made use of, is it? And I don’t suppose it’s ever been as pleasant as this time. Of course, one can’t feel tremendously dignified about it.
Connie Reid: I didn’t make use of you Oliver.
Oliver Mellors: [as Connie storms off] As Your Ladyship pleases. You’ve forgotten your book. Or have you made use of that as well?

Connie Reid: [referring to his workers] You talk about them as if they’re herd animals.
Clifford Chatterley: Not all of them. An individual may rise from the pack now and again. Most of those men have been ruled since time began.
Connie Reid: And you can rule them?
Clifford Chatterley: Yes, because I’ve been brought up and trained to do so. That’s my role in society, as it’s their place to serve.
Connie Reid: So there is no shared humanity between us?
Clifford Chatterley: We all need to eat and breathe. But beyond that, no.

Connie Reid: Who do you think you are? I mean, how can you treat someone like that?
Clifford Chatterley: Who? The gamekeeper?
Connie Reid: He was injured in the war as well. I mean, if he was in that chair, what would you have done to him?
Clifford Chatterley: I find your comparison in very bad taste.
Connie Reid: Well, I find your lack of common sympathy to be in the worst taste imaginable. You and your ruling class. I thought you were different, but you’re not.

Connie Reid: I’m sorry. I’m sorry for hurting you. I don’t want you for the sake of a child, Oliver. I just want you.

Connie Reid: [after telling him that she wants to divorce Clifford] I just want to be with you. If that’s what you want.
Oliver Mellors: It’s not about wanting, Connie. You know what I want. I’ve still got to get a divorce from Bertha meself.

Connie Reid: Why don’t we just leave them all behind? Go to Australia. Go somewhere. Anywhere.
Oliver Mellors: The three of us?
Connie Reid: Just our family. No one would judge us.

Oliver Mellors: Seems a wrong and bitter thing to be bringing a child into this world.
Connie Reid: You don’t mean that.
Oliver Mellors: I do.
Connie Reid: No.
Oliver Mellors: No, I mean this world here.

Oliver Mellors: [to Connie] I’m pleased for us. I’m pleased for you to be pleased. But when I think about around here, what man has done to man, what leaders of men have done to their so-called fellow men. Reduced them to less than humanness. Half corpses. And they think about nowt but money. Living to make money. But not all of us have the freedom to live life how we want.

Clifford Chatterley: Look at you. Look at the state of your hair.
Connie Reid: I went out into the rain, naked.
Clifford Chatterley: Are you mad? Suppose Mellors had seen you while you were prancing with nothing on.
Connie Reid: Yes. Suppose he had.

Connie Reid: [referring to Oliver] I tried to tell myself it was nothing. I tried to stay away. I did. But I can’t. I really love him.

Connie Reid: [referring to Oliver] He’s lovely. Honestly, he has such an understanding and tenderness. He’s quite the exception.

Hilda: I long hoped you would find someone else. But one of Clifford’s servants?
Connie Reid: I’m not giving him up!
Hilda: Listen to you. It’s you and that German boy all over again.
Connie Reid: No, it’s not, Hilda! It’s nothing like that!
Hilda: Yes, it is! Confusing sex with love, and then thinking it can continue just because it’s what you want.

Connie Reid: I know what I want!
Hilda: Really?
Connie Reid: Yes! And I’m seeing him tonight, or I’m not going to Venice. I can’t! I really thought that you, of all people, would understand!

Hilda: Do you actually believe you can give her a chance at happiness?
Oliver Mellors: Oh, you’re asking the wrong person there. All I know is I get a great deal of happiness from her.
Hilda: You thought of your own happiness at least.

Hilda: [referring to Connie] I think you understand far better than she does how badly this could end, Mr. Mellors. Think about how much she really means to you.

Oliver Mellors: [to Connie] We haven’t thought beyond tomorrow, have we? Sir Clifford will fight this divorce. He’ll fight to keep our child. I never had to think about these things until you turned up.

Sir Malcolm Reid: [to Connie, referring to divorcing Clifford] You stand to gain very little by breaking things off. Feelings come and go. You may love one man this year, and another the next, but the world will go on. And Wragby will go on standing. Please yourself, but stick by Wragby. And Wragby will stick by you.

Oliver Mellors: There’s dark days coming, Mrs. Bolton. Best to steer clear from it all.

Clifford Chatterley: Are you aware that Lady Chatterley’s name has been slandered? Apparently, her name was inscribed in a book found at the cottage.
Oliver Mellors: I’ve got a picture of Queen Mary on me wall calendar. I suppose she’s in my harem as well, is she?
Clifford Chatterley: I do not appreciate your sarcasm, Mellors.

Oliver Mellors: [after he’s been sacked] The cat is well and truly out of the bag now, Connie.

Connie Reid: But we could just leave together. Now.
Oliver Mellors: Look at me. I have nothing to give you. I’ve no job. I’ve no home. I’ve no purpose in life. Nothing.
Connie Reid: Don’t say that. You are everything to me.

Connie Reid: Promise me, promise me we’ll share our lives.
Oliver Mellors: Aye. Promise. Aye, me lass. When the time comes. When the time comes.

Oliver Mellors: [to Connie] I’ll find you. Wherever you are, I’ll find you.

Connie Reid: [to Clifford, after telling him she wants a divorce] I tried to support you in every way I could. But you gave me nothing in return. Not the slightest drop of affection or kindness. And what’s worse, you made me feel ashamed for even wanting those things.

Clifford Chatterley: I love you, Connie. I’ve loved you the only way I know how. I’ve given you everything I know how to give.
Connie Reid: It’s not enough.

Connie Reid: Please. Let me go.
Clifford Chatterley: Go. Though know this. I will never grant you your divorce. Because you broke your word. Because you’ve made a mockery of my life here in Wragby. I am not inclined to give you anything ever again.
Connie Reid: I don’t think you ever really were.

Mrs. Bolton: I do hope you find your gentleman.
Connie Reid: Thank you, Mrs. Bolton. So do I. So do I.

Mrs. Bolton: [referring to Connie and Oliver] She gave up everything for him. Her title, her wealth, her position in the world. Now she’s lost him. I’ll not hear a word spoken against them. This is a love story.

Oliver Mellors: [in his letter to Connie] A man came to work in the local mines, brought the tale with him, telling everyone in the pub about a lady who fell for a hired man, and didn’t care if the world knew it, because she loved him. Names weren’t used, of course. I was simply “the gamekeeper”. You were the “Lady in love”. It was a good story, and I found myself wondering if there might be more to the tale.

Oliver Mellors: [in his letter to Connie, as we see her joining him in Scotland] I thought I needed a purpose before bringing you and a child into my life. I can’t say I’ve found any greater meaning here on the farm, but I’ve made a home. I can’t imagine what you’ve already been through, and how much you’ve already given up. You’d be giving up even more to come live here with me. But what we have together is different than anything I’ve ever known. There’s a little flame between us. It’s always burning. And I’ve come to believe that tending a fire like that is purpose enough for any life.

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