Ferran's Lady Chatterley is great. Now here's an example of a film that takes a rather bland premise (nobleman's wife cheats on him with working-class chap- yaaawwwnnn), and executes it with such artistry and humanity that it elevates to so much more. There's plenty to admire, but the most interesting for me is the connection drawn between Constance's sexual awakening and the Malickian, lovingly shot forest. In its use of nature as a metaphor for primal human desires, it's sort of like a friendlier Antichrist, but then the movie goes beyond that and creates between the two lovers a believable and mature romance. It actually ends with them having a grown-up discussion about their future! For that alone I have mad respect for it, and for everything else- the exquisite direction, the attention to detail, the genuine sensuality, Marina Hands' performance- I love it.